titty twisting buddha

on the porch,
resting, from grinding
blunt in hand
flexing my mind,
on how to add more to this bankroll
ways of making paper never gets old
when hunger fades, all i need is another dose

olympian mindset, i push doors open, spaces sacred
they lead me to new places,
spots i did not know they existed
masochistically moving forward, i perform better under pressure
the intention is clear, i walk into the unknown, this time without fear
inhale exhale, i wait for the smoke to clear
i make out my mirror reflection, out in the open

incense in hand, knees on concrete,
i look up, squinty eyes smile back at me
expressionless, i look away with humility
his palm opens, a lotus appears
the lust in my eyes, replaced by tranquility
my eyes turn from brown to blue, blue back to brown
the fatman opens his mouth in disbelief
my palm opens, a green leaf appears

cold wind blows, a green leaf flies out of my hand, it grows
a bamboo appears
i climb 10 feet, walk down a branch on my two feet
i look up, smile, reach out and twist
inhale exhale, i wait for the smoke to clear
i make out my mirror reflection, legs crossed sitting against a bamboo