An open letter
to the editor.
I kept using
your catalogue
as a tray upon which
to break up my bud
so I can roll it
into joints—
and, of course,
since I kept looking
at the catalogue
a few titles piqued
my curiosity
and as I got higher
I finally cave in;
loosened the purse strings
and decided
to order a couple
so please accept my check
and send selected titles.
You write beatnik, naturally.
You write beatnik, naturally. Its refreshing.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
now if only I can find my
now if only I can find my bongos