These mountains smoke a lot of weed.

The fire is named "Stoner Mesa," 

Which is Spanish for "Weed Table,"

Or "Pothead Table,"

Something.

These mountains smoke a lot of weed.

They tried to smoke out the sun

But the sun said no,

I quit smoking weed almost 5 years ago.

Silly mountains.

The mountains laugh at our restraint,

The sun and me, and

Ash all over my

Van,

As their joint burns through

Telluride, or 

Dolores,

Wherever it is;

Little butterflies of ash

Light on my shoulder 

And sing songs in a strange,

Inaudible frequency

Before their wings

Fall off,

And they disintegrate 

Into tuneless grey

Smudges on my

Shirt.

I am a walking graveyard of stoned 

Ash butterflies,

In whom many inaudible

Songs have been

Interred.

These mountains smoke a lot of weed.

Pine trees packed

Inside a solar 

Bong;

The town employing

Snowplows in an ashtray.

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