Poem: I moved to Alaska to become a writer

I moved to Alaska to become a writer.

Both of my kids are grownup and live outta state. So I decided to have an adventure.


I am bipolar.

Sometimes up. Sometimes down.

Just keeping my feet on the ground.

I have meds to tame my moods.

I play music to be understood.

I don’t think, I meditate.

I 420 medicate.

just another moody musician that smokes weed.

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