Each time tender
as loving on a train.
And I wonder why you
are the first who knows
how best to say my name.

And the body we hold
is a pill swallowed whole,
that changes our chemistries
like psychedelics do
under long August skies.

If you chew on this
know it is bitter and bright
and brief as a nicotine rush,
the kind of buzz they
can smell on us.

If you choose this
know that we are both selfish,
that this is just the synergy of
merging as if matching
to roll one blunt.

If you use this
call it by its street name
even if it’s more than that.
Even if the come down hurts
as much as the hunt.


Talking by Timmy Chong

Photo used under CC.