jimson weed the spiraled white flower
the thorn-apple of eve's delight
leaf the medicine smell tells one all
beware, wary bee.
prickly protected shell
(stay out! and keep in.!)
tiny dark seeds plot, waiting.
walls don't come alive,
our eyes awaken, cotton mouth
bites hard, as the liver and kidneys
pay the psychedelic tax.
everything is funny, other than
near paralysis and needing to piss
take too much,
and go meet okie darwin
back in 1998.
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