Smoking trees
Painting poetry on the web
Held hostage via
Snapchat clap traps
Viginas, analogued
**** was making the internet...
Smoking Grass all the while
Homegrowns not a lone
(Fringe science)
They hide us in the darkness of ourselves,
Seeing eyes from on high
Our most inner deeps
Life's great oceans ride
Dauntless be,
Write your poetry
By how you give a hand
The last boy scout
Smoking trees.