Stoned Verse

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Poetry
Silver songs 
and sombre sounds 
like silent stories— 
stoned, profound 
 
Writing, boldly, 
of wild, wild dreams, 
this page all soaked 
with bright, red ink 
 
My tears pouring 
down that page, 
just drowning words
with startled rage 
 
While smoking, 
writing, 
dreaming, 
stoned, 
 
Those letters 
blurring— 
poems 
I owned 
 
My silver  
song 
so stoned 
it fades 
 
The story 
inhabits 
dark,  
stark caves 
 
Yet writing, boldly, 
of wild, wild dreams, 
that nearly burst  
with bright red ink 
 
And those 
stoned letters 
cast long
shades, 
 
All dripping, 
bloodied, 
verse  
cascades    
 
While smoking, 
writing, 
dreaming, 
stoned, 
 
Those letters 
blurring— 
poems 
I owned 
 
My ire blazing 
on that page 
just burning words
with startled rage 
 
And writing, 
boldly, 
of wild, 
wild dreams, 
 
This silver  
song, 
 
so  
stoned—  
 
It fades. 

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