The marijuana man

Image: Ujala Chowdhry

He walks the earth

with his gentle footsteps

Looks at the ground

and stays grounded

But when he looks high-

his head doesn’t touch the sky,

his heart does…

He talks in a tone

ever so surreal

With a baritone

that quivers the Adam

And tingles the breasts 

of she who listens

And slowly surrenders to his will…

His soft, luscious, pink lips

when kissing the first joint of the night

You’d be spellbound by the scene

with thoughts going ridiculously obscene

You bite your own lips

and wait for him to blow into your mouth

With his music taking over

you’ve been taken over…

Stars seem near

Trees look like figures

Roses smell incredible new

The breeze tickles your body

and reaches places you'd want him to

The smoke smells like earth-

like you are lying on a bed of grass

and the sky adjusts your light settings,

without having to ask…

His eyes are bloodshot and drooping

He lets a smile brightened his face

Looks at you with the eyes of Jesus

and hair like lion cub’s

He isn’t afraid to show his soul

he’s right there, with you

with his rolled-up sleeves

and cargo pants…

Oh, and by the way

If you stumble upon him, 

he goes by the name of the marijuana man,

do catch him, if you can…