joey k poetry

Possibly this pact
I’ve penned with pot
is detrimental
to my dendrites.
Negating my
nerve endings
and their
never ending nodes.
Depressing my
sympathetic
in a parasympathetic
philharmonic
puff, puff, pass.
I’ve been made aware
of the wear and tear of
my gray matter mass.
The demyelination of
my sheaths.
Removing the insulation
of my wiring.
Thanks to my writ
with weed, made when
I was a wee boy without
a way.