I have a de-
sire for fire. Scope the
best so I’m higher. Don’t
settle for pebbles. Prove
I’m not a liar when

you blaze my head stash. You
might go to bed fast. Your
socks will have Space Rocks, your
brain turned to shred scraps.

Trying to find the most
fine of the kind.
Sticks as a top pick and
splits through my mind.

Never will sever my
love for whatever the
top three of broccoli seen
on this endeavor.