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I smoke marijuana every chance I get, I’m not sorry

 

I smoke marijuana every chance I get, I’m not sorry

 

I smoke marijuana every chance I get, I’m not sorry

Isn’t that what Ginsberg said?

My favourite avowed sodomite

Probably my favourite poet fullstop

There’s an unshiftable shape providing amnesia

Of/from earlier musings

Like the nail in my foot eclipsing

Earlier dances

I’ve always wanted to listen to Riders on the Storm high

Perhaps that was it

Queue the tape…

Now I feel like Hunter S. Thompson

Or Neal Cassidy

In The Electric Cool Aid Acid Test

Wolfe recounts Kesey introducing Ginsberg to The Hell’s Angels

Now, The Angels hate Jews & they really hate Fags

But the Heavens joined

& everyone went on “a laugh”

Coz yunno Ginsberg’s like, an actual pacifist

A robust one

Not an anemic

He’s what the Arabs I taught called “a sic kunt”

Anyway I’m gonna just listen

 

I listen a while

To Miles Davis’ Aura

As the night comes falling from the sky

To borrow from Bob Dylan

Again those inscrutable bare trees

Don’t know kinda like silver birch but not

Miles’ muted trumpet with delay effect

Hangs in light over the darkling plain

Matthew Arnold not T.S. Eliot! (as I'd early quoted from memory)

Jesus, Doyle! Get it right!

But of course I’m a pop singer

Not a Canonical Poet

There are flaws in my learning

Still, I rejoinder

There are corpses in the Academy

& so, like the Soviet’s Brodsky

I am a non-Poet

Just trash

There are many mistakes

I am not peer reviewed

I am an auto-didact

An Honours Dropout

I haven’t been completely exorcised

Just enough to make me “Kinky”

They got in deep enough though

Which is why I’m still addressing em

Nevertheless I met the King of Time

They haven’t got within cooee

I can’t even spell my diagnosis

Without autocorrect

Schizophrenic

Must’ve fluked it

I’ve had plenty of practice by now

Basically, I’m a “sic kunt”

As my Jamaican mate calls me

But there aren’t enough sic kunts in the world of letters

Which I guess is the thesis of this song

& so I listen to John McLaughlin

 

Postscript: I went out for a cigarette & remembered what that memory block was

& the reason I smoke spliff now after a 20 year break,

In which I got chewed up,:

I had a week recently, when within 3 days,

I met with my Psychiatrist, my Psychologist, my GP & my Social Worker

& felt well, like a piece of prodded meat

& so the next time someone offered me a toke,

I’m now a medico-legal object,

I said “Fuck it”

“Fuck it all!”

Now, I’m not buying

& I’m not doing it super often

But fuck it,

If there’s some spliff for the taking

I will

& I’m enjoying it

I’m ‘kickin’ back.’

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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