serene shopping excursion

a light drizzle
softens the pavement
as i climb into the car
my feelings chamber
and drive down the way
i used to walk to work
back when things like
cars and battle cups
were the trophies
of my dreams it seems
like all of my desires
are well and alive
and well-funded
my bud-tender Geo
offered up some
Lemon Skunk
as the dank catalyst
for my insatiable tryst
with lamp-burning
turning my gray-sky
day into the prelude
of a river red night