I grow ***** poppies by a certain canal
A few seeds I got from a friend of a friend
I buried them an inch down in the dark
Black earth near a retention pond
I watch the sunset on the banks at night
There is even a good sized gator in the pond
I have seen him get some fish
He and I once and twice
Have probably shared a sunset
But the difference I
Go home to my warm bed
They sprout like a potato does
A good sized plant within a month
Until fat green buds began to swell on them
I plucked them when they reached an apex
And cut the flesh of one with a razor
Like a stuck pig it gushed
Rubbing a bit on my gums
I watched the sunset
And stumbled back
To my warm bed
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
I grow ***** poppies by a certain canal
A few seeds I got from a friend of a friend
I buried them an inch down in the dark
Black earth near a retention pond
I watch the sunset on the banks at night
There is even a good sized gator in the pond
I have seen him get some fish
He and I once and twice
Have probably shared a sunset
But the difference I
Go home to my warm bed
They sprout like a potato does
A good sized plant within a month
Until fat green buds began to swell on them
I plucked them when they reached an apex
And cut the flesh of one with a razor
Like a stuck pig it gushed
Rubbing a bit on my gums
I watched the sunset
And stumbled back
To my warm bed
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