The Stoner Collaboration Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Charles Messina
11/6/2026
I was sitting on the corner, stoned When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned How could this be, she rests in peace Right beside my loving niece. I answered the phone, and my auntie said "I know you think that I am dead" "I'm alive"- my auntie moaned Or- could it be that your just- "Stoned" But no before my very eyes Her face appeared, I tell no lies She reached for me- said- "G'day mate It's fun to just hallucinate." To clear my mind I shook my head This can't be true- my aunt is dead I saw her slowly disappear This stuff I smoked was some strong 'gear.'
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