Inside of my garden blooms,
flowers that smell of diesel fumes.
Breathing in, their
pale yellow smoke,
I become eager to share
the thoughts, only bud could provoke.
The clouds in my lungs, fill my brain with wit.
But they also create restless legs, that cannot sit.
A shot of sour,
A twist of lime,
These buds have the power,
To take you to bed in no time.
