Ethics on a Herb
A ghost is hunting the colors of Rasta for sinsemilla,
Overstanding dread as vanishing palms to leer through familia.
*I’ve actually met this Rasta ghost in my lifetime. It was mystical, yet surreal: ghosts are the mediums of odd behavior; my exaggerations are true here. I got into weird dimensions throughout my schizophrenia event and I was talking and behaving as various natives on the planet Earth. “Sinsemilla” is a Rasta’s religious marijuana. Reading this poem well requires cultural immersion at a lot of levels; you have to study Spanish to know how to say “sinsemilla” and “familia” and make the words rhyme. Bless the little souls out there!
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