Eau Claire—
French, but wholly Wisconsin—
Pushes the state to push the limit
Of what we see as good.
“Legalize it!”
The demands are heard,
From a county wait up nort’.
Now we wait
For the red to wake
To the calling of the folks
Who wish to smoke, eat, enjoy
A harmless plant
And nothing more.
marijuana
3.12.21 – Sonnet 420
Shall I compare thee to a ditch’s weed?
Thou art more dank and more loud.
Fully robust with buds of THC
That fill my veins, my brains to shroud.
My eyes may be glass, but I’m not blind
To the green you proudly boast.
You flick my Bic now I must find
Another light, but I am toast.
Just a plant you do no harm
Apart from harm we do ourselves.
Yet you are banned: a false alarm.
Scheduled 1, forever shelved.
Mexico’s proposal blesses cannabis for fun.
Americans resent that we may be the only one.