serene myrcene Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

cops surround

from all sides—

breath held...fuck it...

exhale...

serene myrcene—

quite the scene—

click clock click clock

another drag—

not to brag,

but i never got caught

toking,

not joking,

but once

by my mother.

all these years—

decades—later

the cops walk,

wave hi

as they pass me by

on their way to

make an arrest

while i continue to

get high on the

devil’s lettuce.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 27, 2026.

serene myrcene