Best Stoned Poems
I feel privileged.
I have been chosen by the Government
as part of a group testing something called
Edible Clinical Marijuana.
Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito
because the name sounds sort of Mexican.
It actually looks more like a brownie.
I’m am about to take a bite so hold on.
Yum,
tasty!
So here is the point
I am suppose to consume
one half of a brownie
then fill out this sheet
giving them my feedback.
Hold on
I am going to have a few more bites.
Okay,
no wait,
milk would go great
with these babies.
I’ll be back.
(after a long while)
OK, sew sorry I was gonna while
I was staring inside my fridge\
for a while'
tying to remember
I think I wanted a glass of ink%
aktiually I’m dinking from the bodle@
I am eating my forth brownie
as I was instructured to do;
Did they say four or? ate
cause these. are tasty
And/
aaaahhhhhhh,,
tasty^
tayysstee^
hahahahahahahahaha""
a program on my compuwhatyoucallit
keeps underlyning my words
with read squiggles=
hahahahahahahahaha
but it diidn’t underline squiggle#
hahahahahahahahaha
wel dats stoopid
squiggle isa perfect lee
good underlying word*
stoopid Bill Gated^
hahahahahahaha?haha
sorry I ment Will Gated~
so watt was I saying ]
oh yeah+
fill the sheet)
hahahahahahahahaha
I don wanna sheet,
tha is gaross[
heeres a pen
quesshun= Sex
easy!
ansir; yes- please)
hahahahahahahahaha
?why m i bein so polite
hahahahahahahahaha
queshun!
oh wow Blues Brothers on my TV
what was I spose? to do
oh yeah watch tv
why am i so angry hahahahahah++
hahahahahahahahaha
i mean hungary
haahahahahah
h u n g r y
dere hungry>
hey look
brownies?
those look good
hahahahahahahahaha
i con't tipe with mai mouth
full dats rood/rood
i'll get bak too dis later..
sew as they say
hahahahahahahahaha
two bee contitnude
I feel like, I'm like, like I'm, um like, um, um, um...I feel like I feel
In seeming innocence you lie in the warm ochre
in the center of a dust-kicked street,
a remnant of larger issues crushed to just the right size
by killing blows.
Before the mob merged before catcalls
raised the hairs on the back of your neck,
you had been of a favorite pet a cherished wife.
A wife and mother now lies dead brought down by
the bloodlust
of the men around her.
Today, the stones are coated rust-red with her blood
as another women of Iraq is laid low by the men who own them
husbands sons and fathers.
*Stoning is called Rajm in Islamic literature, and a practice found in United Arab Emirates, Iran, Iraq, Qatar, Mauritania, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Sudan, Yemen, Northern Nigeria, Aceh in Indonesia, Brunei, and Pakistan. Stoning is part & parcel of patriarchal societies.
Could not believe that I
Would find out on my own
And how I would feel so frozen
Like I am trapped inside a stone
When there isn’t any difference
Between all of them and you
And one thing I have noticed
The many are now the few
Locked inside a prism
And no light is shining through
Keeps me here wondering
About things I never knew
I just get to impatient
And want to be left alone
Far away from your cold heart
That is as frozen as a stone
You can no longer damage
Something as broken as me
As I watch your shallow image
that now sinks lower than the sea
It can be so difficult to say
Just exactly what you mean
I would have sat and listened
If you could have kept it clean
It is not the only time
I have lost everything I owned
And it just does not bother me
Because today I got so stoned
Stone Age
Marble stone
Stone mason
One stone left unturned
Stone cold
Tombstone
Stoned
Elemental dissonance
Poly-plated string guess
Depressive spine edge
Identity description cubed
Waterfalls negative score
Abyssal language drops
Hole numeral planification
Horizontal ship oval dust
Sea’s sloped gravitational
Octagon growth
Lack of facts and matter
Undertone course kaleidoscope
Particular perimeter blast
Empty can tomatoes
Protostar geometric syndrome
Indifferent neurotransmission
Necrotic wavelength voice
Breakfast experience lost
[Stone…stone…stone…stone…]
I'm baked
I'm baked
One toke is all it taked.
vines grow free
the ruins crashed in nature
gray and green
I have been stoned,
born the wrong color.
driven from my native soil,
crushed like pigs on ships,
delivered into slavery.
and I was crushed when
Lincoln died, but freed us,
climbed and conquered racist mountains,
Malcolm X rebuilding us,
Kennedy revitalizing lost spirits,
King delivered us from temptation.
I have built a new history of me,
opened new opportunities,
became a citizen of the land,
and gained the right to die a free man.
Imagine there's no cupcake
Someone in the house ate yours
No Krispy Kremes or KitKats
No pudding pops or s'mores
Imagine there's no halva
Behind cupboard doors, oo hoo oo.
The bounce of the stone
is the aggression of the stone
rocky wind blows
stoning my heart
boulders crush
our love
Stoned in Stonehenge
Fluid
Druid
8/19/2014
for Andrea Dietrich
Let’s Keep Footling Around contest
She likes to get high
it heightens her affections
soon we will fly
just below Orion's belt
sailing off the evening breeze...
Awaiting your lips to steal my soul
your tongue or a love stoned kiss
soothing this moonlight drifter tonight
it is raspy cool and the stars are out
flickering on a steel blue horizon...
After nights of smoke and wine
shadows yield to spots of sunshine
we awaken to rooster-crowing sunrise
the blue birds singing through atoms of air
sitting upon a morning cloud...
~ ~ ~
Look at my rough externality
My coarse exterior scrapes
And can be felt to be irregular
As I enjoy the harsh landscapes
I have colors of black and gray
Nothing exciting I must say
I am the size of a basic marble
But not as smooth or symmetric
I can fit in the hands
Of a kids dirty palm
Perfect size to be thrown
In anger or as in play
I’m confident in my pride
As being a little stone
May you find me alluring
As a child already does