Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw,10

Whither is the hydroponic godfather, 
budfather quiet with growroom rigour? 
His reportable indoorsysorta
horticounterculture was a hareem
where his ’ladies’ till loppable lolloped in
dope tree sea raiment 
of tranquilisingreen.
Lady AK47, Vicedutchis Sue Paskunk, Ms.Ice
would all freeze a mind free of its minding,
muthajuana bloominaries ‘mongst his kiefcrusted courtesans,
tho’ every plant was dioecious annual’s betterhalf.
Customschousingly snuck ‘em back from the ‘Dam
when but pricey prize seeds 
- domesticmystic had streetsmarts y’see,
plus spawny smat of pothead luck that didn't come with
of  the Thomascook ticket.
Contraband magic mong beans greenbeamed
into vamp hemp vixen vines
because he masterminded their lives of climb
with HIDlamps, timers, fluorescenttubes and tubes and tubs,
fans, ballast, ECmeter, mylar, humidistat. And
cryptocriminophytological finesse downpat.
Force that thru the green fuse and micropumps
thrust dagga thru rockwoolcubes was applied 
photoperiodism, applied removed
from pryingeyes, all fiendishly thoughtthru
by th’Ernst Stavro Blofeld of ebb ‘n’ flo
and bugspraybrandishin’ Bat Masterson,
pHmeter pistelero with a minder
's touch, th'unflusterable
master gardian of a backroom biome blowfield. 

Uptohis blackmarketguardener’s gills
in rastamandragore femmes, with nectar naps
to be gasped in in a trillion trichomes’ hairy gleam.
Tho' even when th’insectleggy stigmas were Hollandersoccerclobbercolour
of harvestcrime,  it still seemed quaint desecration 
when Titchmarley hustled, flushed, sheared and cured
bud gurls he’d so lovingly husbanded on the hush. 
Stoner hedge sisterhood could have been
crème de la any headshophenge,
but ‘cept for the odd ad hoc bob,
potpulist perpherbalist didn’t hawk much buzz
- ladies would mostly endup joints in crematrimony,
suckable suttees weddingwrapt in firelinen kingskins,
by his amity affianced to the lonely alveoli
of potlessly potless pals.

‘Ganjacadabra!’ 
hadn’t narconjured this cheeba chamber, 
Merlin of ‘erb had merticulearnt drawgrowers’ lore, 
then puffected the grocess precision pottering 
behind odorous door.
But his crowquiff was not torn
between trial &error,  two tutors who marked no test
of his own arcanum, his
arcainumnotanengorgedstalkedcapitateglandbeforeriperesplendentmaturation
                    patience.
His patience and selfawareness killed such cravings stone passe,
howeveroft’ the hemptation of fresh grass might waft thru his gaff.
Not that sinsemilla’s scent of Coleridgean snore 
could ever psychoactivate or silence guests quite like the maindraw,
which was the growerman who was the ground
of his abode’s sensai milieu, environmentor
also to his visitors. I grew there,