Waking Hours Poem by Zuccas Schnitzel

Aroma floats upon the air
Earthy, sweet, perfume ensnares
my nostrils, suddenly aware,
Of the pungent scent upon the air

From dreamy haze I'm snapped awake
Leap from my bed, despite the ache
Of tired joints. No time to wait
My roomate's up, for Wake n' Bake

I find my friend, a place to sit
I grab a light, and take a hit
Smooth and full, a ring of smoke
I'm leaning back, relaxed a bit

The smoke is fading, air is clear
This bowl is almost kicked, I fear.
He lights a blunt, intentions clear
One puff, two puffs, now pass that here