Tuesday, September 02, 2003

 
To Autumn in Big Sur

Sinsemilla and mellow fruitfulness,
Cannabinol blossoms, maturing Sol;
Concertina wire. Load blunderbuss
With fleschettes. Lay mines ‘round the catch-thieves hole;
Defend with pineapples and Claymored trees,
And fill all frags and pipe-bombs to the core;
An ex-National Guard humps demilled shells;
A once bird colonel to start bombing more,
And still more: Bouncing Bettys for the knees.
Until they fink, informants ever please,
And stoolies fear their lumps in refilled cells.

Seagrams and twists, quick lime forgetfulness,
Lethe flower resin fast cured in sun.
Conspiring , make thy kilo weigh much less
With demurred opine when calibration’s done.
Tho oft our blades careless in scabbards rust,
The offshore banker says, “Mon, please-de door!”
Dreading surveillance or a no-knock bust,
We’d crank up Shankar or "Conquistador."
To fend off munchies go not without your Pez;
Cast stones at condors, beak in carrion,
And swell our guts, and be with stout Cortez,
Stoned,
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.