the street is burning
lights sink low
an oncoming breeze
meanders in slow

the flicker of flame
erupts in the air
flickering once
in the car window's glare

all is quiet
save for the sound
of two unsure children
and a joint they have found

stunning blue twilight
enters their eyes
maticulously drowned
in morning's disguise

the world sleeps well
tonight no danger
save for two unsure children
and their white, fatty stranger

asleep for a moment
they waken to see
enlightment calling them
just to BE

forgiven as they are
they never know
that you need to suck
you can't ever blow

suck the end
until it's rotten and brown
and watch as the resin
falls softly down

the street will eat the ash
from the magic white stick
rolled with love
and sealed with a lick