When My Friends Get High
When my friends get high,
I am either look-out,
Babysitter,
Uncomfortable,
Or a prude.
If it's a really good high,
I'm all four.
Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.
I watch the clouds
Wrap around their mouths,
And strangle the thunderstorms
Of their throats.
Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.
The trees stand guard
While I watch
With sober eyes.
The trees are the only things
Willing to talk to me at the moment.
Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.
I wreak of summer.
I smell like I don't want to be here.
an aroma of,
"Just try it."
Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.
I never do.
Puff.
Cough.
Pass.
Repeat.
I don't have a ride home,
And if I leave,
Who will stand amongst the trees
And guard the circle
Of children turned balloon,
Turned kite strings,
Turned laughing zombies?
Puff.
I can feel my blood boil
Beneath the lighter's gaze.
Cough.
I thought we were getting pizza.
Pass.
"You wanna hang out next weekend?"
Repeat.