funny how the cerebrum slows and steadies when under
spells the smaller prodding creatures ask
me if beets are in season
and I cannot consider it
because it seems I got stung
by something screwed
up the way the light
looks and the sky looks and they
tell me neglect is an abuse
and that I should give them more
intelligence and they fit needles in
my head just over
my eyeballs are beets
in season I keep thinking are they it
is hard to know where
the damned things are raised
but last night I got
wasted and someone said great
thinking is done on plants
but there is no comfortable solution in that