THE NEW DOPE

1 3 9 R T H E N E W D O P E D A V I D M A S O N It was softer on the throat, harder on the heart. Two tokes deep in the lungs and I saw double, troubled my friends, I didn’t feel so well, so well. It was a kind of hell of harmlessness, except the sad division of the world I feared was permanent, no longer sane or self, no longer sole or whole so long as brick streets multiplied on the long, the short, the long drive home. So long, I said. It took so long to say So long. Next day I was glad that gravity was back, and this abyss-less ordinary mug of co√ee in my hands. ...