misty iris
pale blue vision
touch & feel & cost of the fabric
dreams lucid
all girls the same & not at all
she’s an angel until you know better
maybe the key is to stay dumb
splatter on the page, splash on the canvas
blunt wizardry, broken symphonies
everything pure symmetry
sometimes too much yin
sometimes too much yang
Lord comes through smooth
God jus stays above it all
can’t reach Him
the Buddha could care less
i’m wondering if bliss is in jus not caring
thoughtful consciousness
without the preconceived calculation
where we going? who knows
where we been? nearly everywhere
i’d rather jus sip by the coffee table
smoke with a view
sitting like i’m cozy in a coffin
black heart tunes
ash tat wrist
thinking of nothing
drawing a blank, drawing something cute
empty
blown out
empty
blown out
this life is not the end
it’s jus the beginning
some Genesis
epiphany in the here & now
meditation on eventual death
when we’ll go to sleep & then wake up
laying in a bed of grass
levitating to other realms
where was i going with my poetry?
finding a way to access angels on the moon
moody truths, chill views
smoke like poof on the roof
where’s the way out
jus in being there before you get there
low key staying low all by myself all by my lonely
she smokes a doobie in the back seat
i get in my bag yet another week
sweet city streets, bitter tea & coffee
rock down the block
roll up to the spot
wetness drips
quickly work the pot
espresso double shot
we’ll smoke into the sunset
skirt the sun & dwell on the moon
˚☽˚.⋆ 
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