a l l natural o r g a n i c m a r i j u a n a: through the chillum pipe, lift me to highest h e i g h t s, where bright streets of burnished gold my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight. stars shine without the trace o f night; w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d. darkness gives sovereign rites to m y fiction h y p e prima donna, sarcastic, v i r a l fall.
straddling the high road i mounted you nor could i stop for low hung fruit in haste to reach your summit b r a c i n g t h e a i r as i neared your lofty perch then my first kiss of the world from your heights
bird music to my ear paints the morning with orchestral b l i s s. clarinet a n d f l u t e songs fill m y s o l i t u d e with glee; robin, blue jay, mockingbird, thrush blend new arias with the windrush for m y d e e p e s t r e v e r i e, mirth for which my heart longs. what c o u l d go amiss? ne'er such thrilling sweet and clear r u b r i c heard.
bugatti chiron super sport, no pavement made his speed to thwart; nor corner’s desperate elbow-curves can ricochet such steel-cut nerves. hennessey venom f5-wings, swift as the firebird’s wisdom sings. no idle throb where, seamless, fly rimmed rubbers to their destiny. ssc tuatara miles: fast cars, whose drivers flash broad smiles.
koenigsegg agera rs line: such cozy comforts shall my soul confine when, zipped between a notion...
earth a s k e w, shadows fall; vile men, trifling, selfish ends to please, e c o s y s t e m s h a r m i n g, leaving but f o r b i d d e n fruits where have dried up hope’s lush fountains. on fresh sunshine-covered mountains, let the birds rehearse their flutes with the wind-song, charming in its treetop tease. then the rippling river s h a l l bring new ...
you keep mine; safe with me are your secrets. in full confidence, everything prudential that your spirit wills to me shall a bond of peace, forever, stake a claim that naught can sever, though the waters leave the sea in life's consequential discombobulence. humble regrets bend the knee: divine, true.
before high mountains grew from void or rivers sprang from cotton roots there was a seed naught could impede destined to bleed to set its creed before eve’s fruit the morning cloyed i knew you bore love’s attributes
before night came to cloak the day or sunlight knew horizon blush i felt the need to intercede ...