The Contract (now Cannabis)

[brynmawr1]

Cannabis

Under the cannabis contract,                                  I feel like the title can do the work here 
every third day, I’m allowed to visit the clouds
where perception is a mirror and Devas dance for a quarter.        Divas?
The keeper, she holds the tickets to my tin Nirvana,                My Keeper?             door?
the secrets of chopping wood, drawing water.
She guards me against becoming untethered               She is my tether against being(becoming)...
lost to the sky and to her for too long a time.
The contract is my surrender to a 40 year old love,
to the keeper, and to the before and after.

Under the Contract

every third day I visit the Cloud

where perception is a mirror and Delilah dances for a quarter.

The Keeper holds the tickets,

the secrets of chopping wood, drawing water.

The Contract is my surrender

not to the Keeper, but to the before and after.

Ah!  Funny how the poem might work both ways, drugs or internet.  Maybe there is a poem somewhere about that.  I have posted some general comments above.
bryn