it’s 11 o’clock
at night &
i’m striking the bong

standing at my window, staring
at the lights,
pondering the universe
& the past

i can’t explain much
about what has happened
or what will

i can only tell you that
11 o’clock at night
is a lonely time
to be standing at my window,
holding a bong

Image CreditKym MacKinnon

Lance Watson's poetry operates at the intersection of space and time. Haha. Okay, that's bullshit. But what the fuck. Lance Watson writes poetry and other shit sometimes when he gets high, which is more often than probably most people should, but as I said, what the fuck. LOL. Have fun, folks. --Lance Watson

P.S. If you've never written about yourself in the third person, as though you were dead, you should try it sometime. Why? How the fuck would I know. It's fun.