What competes with Hash? (1967)

[bi_janus]

What competes with Hash? (1967)

Bi_janus

The sex, man, is

incredible, Jim

croons to me.

You’ll really dig

the blonde.

Richie, you’re

so lame, just

take a draw from the

hookah.

With the old man,

in the garden,

both on knees,

where he considers

in silence

with a mind clear

as a diamond

for a half-hour

before snipping

the branch.

His laughter so

different than Jim’s.

The sex, man, is

incredible, I

croon to Jim,

when I really dig

the blonde,

drawing from his

fleshy hookah

after considering

him with clear mind

for a half-hour.

[Camy]

I wish. I just get paranoid and have to lie down. The poem is very visual - the middle verse whisks me off to Japan.

[bi_janus]

I never tried the stuff, although my friend, Jim, was a connoisseur. The blonde in the first stanza refers to the Moroccan Hash that Jim craved; the blonde in the third stanza is a very good friend named Jay. You have it on the middle stanza--the old man is Japanese. I took the old man's example and just let life roll without benefit of chemical enhancement. I may be the only person who lived through the sixties without getting a buzz.

[Cole Parker]

I may be the only person who lived through the sixties without getting a buzz.

Nope, there were two of us! I didn't and don't regret the hours not lost stoned.

C

[JamesSavik]

BAH! I caught buzz enough for the lot of you.

There's a small town in Columbia named after me.

[Cole Parker]

BAH! I caught buzz enough for the lot of you.

There's a small town in Columbia named after me.

And perhaps many small boys named Jaime?

From the money brought in. Not your studlike qualities! Which I'm sure are generous.

C