Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Saturday Night, Stoned Alone

"...Somehow I know that tonight will end..."

Saturday Night, Stoned Alone

It’s just another Saturday night and I’m sat
Around stoned, always stoned,
So high I’m flying towards some kinda
Blissed-out nirvana of insanity and yet
Somehow I know that tonight will end
Early as the clock tells me it’s just past 9
And this damn underwhelming game of
Football is leaving me bored bored bored
And right now as I lift my eyes from this
Screen towards my bed I can sense the
Beauty of a stoned-out early night coming
To take me away!







Article © Bradford Middleton. All rights reserved.
Published in the May 27, 2024 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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