To honor Pacific Northwest Week, A Stoner Poem, Re-Posted With A Flowery New Title ?

Weird...soooooo...as I recall...nail on haid!

Hopes he found that needle 'fore the "Boy"-man shot 'im daid!

I so love the far North West, Neha bay and cape Fletcher

but sorry I wasn't with the paramedics carryin ya out on a stretcher

I wonder though if ecstacy now is all they say?

I think I'll save my peace protest deal for another day.

I'll just remain a farmer in some fruitful need

and wave at those who pass by, sittin on a sack of seed.

What in tarnation

has meat to do with carnations?

Oh prom night. ICU

The green [one] eyed monster

just relax

plush on down and have your whacks.

'You have writ the perfect poem,' she lied, attempting to impress with intellect she did not own. But no matter, she looked silly in those giant waders, so they sent her toward the exit, posthaste.. They say she was last seen furiously using a wood plane on a large bump.

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The bright green buds hang from corn stalks like sticky apples.

"ooh a bug..yeh"

I chewed it well

(... mmmm..)

it was well...

swell?

I dwell too longs

don't make it right

but oh well

back to the point of this

a cornstalk tassle

fascination

those buds are BIG

.....

a bird gun?

in these parts..

a stun gun

aimed at

(you guessed)

my heart

...

I smile through my pain

my teeth stained

green

little bits

caught in between.

can i be your queen?

Wow! I am so out of the loop!

I have No-oooo idea all.

Oh well, back to the keyboard I suppose.....

By window up high

I spun around on that

needle in space

and saw a dot

afar off in the view...

was it you? who fixated my eyes

on my "on a clear day you can see

Seattle and me" day?

"Carnations" remind me of "meaty bodies"...

but they shouldn't, should they?