A bud sans pipe

[hester_prynne]

A bud
sans pipe.
Think of it.
Now this is tragedy.
Picture me, wishing
woefully,
if only I could just
get high
on it's smell.
(It has a glorious smell)
You know,
I've lived through
many equations
my friends,
but this one
beats em all.
A big, juicy
fragrant bud,
right here
in my hand,
no pipe
to smoke it in.
It's a metaphor
of glorious
unthinkableness.
Tragedy quadrupled.
A perfect place
for those red curtains
to sweepingly close.
The perfect cue
for you,
my beloved audience,
to shuffle out,
stunned,
appreciative,
silent.
Fini.

[Arcadia]

ok!

[constantine]

how do you say marijuana in spanish? somehow, theda, i think you'll
work it out. i believe in you.

[Doreen Peri]

gotta beer can?

[Lightning Rod]

the only thing sadder than a bud sans pipe
is a pipe sans bud

where there's a will, there's a way hest

[judih]

aluminum foil
inverted glass
adventures await

[saw]

if necessity is the mother of invention
and a beautiful bud is in your possession
let the grandeur of potential intoxication
stimulate the seeds of your imagination.

good stuff, hest....i have faith in you.....

[hester_prynne]

Don't ask me why, but right now, reading your responses, my heart is full...
I feel a tribal sense of delight.
Thanks youse
H

[stilltrucking]

an apple works too

[mnaz]

Nature finds a way..

[Perdida]

ahhh hester, it's always a pleasure to read you...smiling at this one, and you.

[mtmynd]

Hes', Hes'...

It's a metaphor
of glorious
unthinkableness.

now that! so fine... glorious unthinkableness. i found that better than a bud tonight, i did.

another cool read. TY!

[SmileGRL]

she inhales flowers
glorius. juicy. strong
don't close the curtain
i wan't to see everything