psychedelic smoothie
swirling,
kaleidoscopic
in the blender of your
brain
(strawberries
clementines
watermelon
cherry)
baskets full bananas
drift down rivers that
meander and tarry
in groves of quince and plums
the wizard of the alder thicket
smokes his oaken-carved pipe
fragrance of strawberries and
waterlilies fills the foetid air
stock photo, not mine.
(for the fate of most of my pics & videos
of buds & me smoking them read below
re: my weed and mushroom blogs)
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This poem was originally produced as a collaboration with Rolling Stoned. I will try to remember to add a link here when Rolling Stoned is back up with strain reviews and stories; I recently deleted all the posts on that blog (as well as on "God is a Mushroom") during one of my goody-two-shoes phases.
Curiously The Discriminating Wino was left mostly intact, and I even posted more blogs mocking sobriety during "Dry January" while self-righteously denouncing and condemning sorcery & fornication. Oh, well: Nietzsche says when we lose the instinct towards hypocrisy we are irretrievably gone in terms of the spiritual atrophy of our organism...
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