Stoner poetry

[leafminer]

I'd like to suggest an area for stoner poetry. I'll contribute, for starters.

 

[GreenLantern7]

I'm in. You first

 

[GreenLantern7]

OK, me first, a haiku I just wrote:

burning arms churning
Ice-o-lay-ting bucket well
I'm stoned all day long

 

[the chef]

A redneck haiku: Mota, uplifting,
soaring, captivating,mellow,
I must eat!
The Chef.

 

[leafminer]

OK, me first, a haiku I just wrote:

burning arms churning
Ice-o-lay-ting bucket well
I'm stoned all day long

Cool!

 

[leafminer]

Pink Floyd at Crystal Palace

Green-tentacled aquatic ventricles rise
from the lake, tentacles squirm,
Roger Waters waves his arm in circles
a moment's silence abruptly broken
by Eddy Waring 'And give it to them, Cardiff!'

Valves glow blue in abandoned Vox AC30s
teetering on the edge of black sand-dunes.
Floyd bounce jagged fragments of Money
off thin air, overhead two rockets flame
cathode ray tubes issue instructions

Smashed Stratocasters twangle
under shady old antennas
half a ton of dry ice, dense fog hides
clumps of madding hippies from bluehats
slobbering acid-heads scream and make off

in tiny craft from vandalised boathouses.
Security guards shed clothes. Pale fungous-bodies
dive. Some guy looks like Elvis. Hi. I am Elvis.
Everyone impersonating themselves forever
my impersonator falls unconscious, I end.

- Written after a Pink Floyd concert, after eating far too many Moroccan green hash cakes.