a modicum of eve

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 darwin
back in 1998.