I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Friday, August 6

Hazy Illusions

rolled tight like
sticky green
spark
breathe in, breathe out
fuckin my mind
while my body's elsewhere
i chase cotton candy clouds &
dance in puddles of
bright blue spirits
singing dizzy songs
falling down
eyes shut tight
dancing in shadows
arms outstretched
trying to hug smoke.

pass that toke..