For Qu Yuan

By Fly Agaric 23

I Cultivate plenty of fragrant Marijuana

            And plant a galaxy of ..... with linguisticum

                         And sweet grass on the puckered lips of a cliff ridge

            Wild astral winds carry spores of Angelica

The Magic plants grow tall with luxuriant stalks and sleeves

                         I can reap these media for psychological

             Medicinal and Mythological study when they come up

I lament when they go degenerate like withering Governments

                        Who criminalize Gods ambrosias

Dressed in a suit Made up of fire-water barks buds and mushrooms

             These misunderstandings do not phase me

                         So long as I remain lofty and honest

             Dropping on a high official hat I adorn myself with ornaments

                         Crystal Snakes Feathered Eagles Jeweled Toads

             Pink Dolphins Fruit flies Red Ants Black Panthers

I lament when my fragrant fragments get mangled with the filthy

                         Aristotelian News press

             My moral characters are never harmed and corrupted

                         New Woid born perfect and pure as graffiti

From Artemisia Mountain at peach dawn I'm riding

                         I Arrive at Machu Picchu around blue dusk grapes

            I enjoy a full stop.

Facing engraved gates of an Immortals' Temple the sun set-tango

                         I order Ronin' the chauffeur of the sun of some god or other

To levitate his holy lawnmower so avoiding the Machu Picchu Mountain

            Where the sun comes in and sets like Knu honey along the long and

 Far far reaching mellow brick road up to chaosmos' and down to botanical terra

                         I will seek Hallucinations

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