First sips of life

I just woke up,
Haven't had a coffee but 
I have smoked my first joint.
I used a paper wrote on once,
With pen and idea knowledge,
Scribbled feverishly into the page.

Now what is it? 
A scrap that lays, -
O my poems are too morose
Let them be epic
A reminder to the great romance of the yin and the yang.
Travelling with a movement of bliss -
Outward appearance like a cloth over a broomstick,
Silky smoothly drifting,
Like water ; upliting.
What the poem is saying is
Be styleless
Be one with everythingness
Enjoy it all because it's bound to fall
At the next turn of a washing wave.


Emanuel