Nobody knows
 the troubles i've seen and it's 4/20
  and my goddammed neighborhood
will soon fill up with
chevys and hondas
and scions
   trying to get
their occupants
to Hippie Hill
to celebrate the demi god
stoney pot kine bud
half or fully baked
in the california
san francisco breezy
sunlight a beautiful day
ruined by too many people 
drumming and driving
from Palo Alto and Pinole
and San Mateo
and wearing patchouli which
originally some stoner told me
was used to mask the smell of Death
 and I've got to get the goddammed windowless van
out of a perpendicular
 parking spot
and drive to Berkeley
  maybe i should get high
and i'd chill the f out