Hashing out Dreams
I had a professor dream the said
surprised he I’m said
opiates the grad students ask for When the
loom with this of air And
He couch sat the beside on me
A tweed all green and couch
He hashish me bags showed of
So live it was a green
creature All spivy like a sea
It smelled of potent and hope moved
And ambiance in the dim there
I decide to did I want the dope tried.
dream And in wrote this this I down
Just like it poem was a,
the details of his tiny Remembering home
of It festivities illegal smelled
treasured class pipes And was t with,
smile his asked would I When
I began to think I might.
tiny then But I woke in my bed
Confused and all affright.
had I dreamed
Of academics and hashish
in the same night?
