wax brain
once i gave up weed for a day, that was it
my mind felt clean and sharp / like the steely gray of a knife ran under the tap hard and shiny, almost like chrome / slick to the point that the bad thoughts ran off it like rain, no chance of sticking /
those dark resinous thoughts that had the awful tendency of getting stuck, wedged in the cracks of my brain /
well, it was like those crevices had been filled in with a sort of hard wax / poured in hot like the glowing ember end of a joint and then left to cool / these waxy little bandaids glued my mind together / and now those bad thoughts really had to fight their way in, and usually lost