B-load

Flitch…Flitch…Flitch...Flame

i bring the lighter to the bowl
i suck and puff and suck and puff and suck.
pull the chamber, free the carb
and fill my lungs until the slightest pain hits
my receptors.
the pain becomes meaning after
a short ahgh! ahem! ahgh!
Veins bulge in my eyes
my thoughts expand through lobes
of my matter.
“Pass that over, man.”
Flitch…Spark…Flame…
gut the damn thing in
one short gulp of air
Sit back…head swells
and mind my feels good,
or really well.
Suck until pain becomes meaning,
Meaning in my head.
but if it’s all imagination
why am i not dead?