ode to a crazyweed massive flatbread sandwich

Thoughts swarm, jostling for position.

The noise is full of discontent.

Going round in circles,

Repeating,

Projecting,

Reporting,

Repeating,

Going nowhere is the hectic me.

A morsel of the Massive alights on a tongue.

A rapier stabs to the centre of mind.

An explosion of ecstasy.

Heaven is born.

I am no more.

(Crazyweed Kitchen, Canmore, Canada, March 2002)