Weed, marijuana, rhyme
#Marijuana #Rhyme #Weed
we are still evolving who have we become our thoughts and doors revolving all problems still need solving as we orbit our dying sun
a chandelier of rainbows tattooed below her eyebrow blush and bruised, Captain Luna inspected the sloppy crew dressed in their business suits
back aboard the ship Captain Luna sat with Bart pressing him; how’d you manage this little slip? you were once my savvy knight
lava oozes down the peak the sweat and heat, my body quiver… glowing golden, burning streams blazing, globbing, gobbling flames hungry molten rivers
golden angel hair strands upon the earth needles of the bull pine scattered on the grass and dirt trap fallen raindrops
from the barber chair mirror he watches the fear in their eyes a forty lb coo-coo clock hangs on… covered in a dozen years of dust the dust isn’t important at all
a porch light leads me home glowing bright like a lighthouse beam warning of the rocky shoals the farmland sky at night
Sycophant milquetoast running from your brown nose Everyone superior looked down on in the mirror Apologetic worm
gliding along the wavelength riding the sonic chain stomach acid, gutteral pain banister of razor blades backbeat drum machine
subdermal dust spots speckled like freckles across the nose of a woman next door on her balcony
Been called a jabroni for lighting a stogie. Inhaling the relief, exhaling my grief. Dawn, August 13, 2023.
gasoline on my FOX TV I don’t want your MSNBC make a shrine to remedy burn all these effigies went outside, sun felt hot
Flutter of conure wings a young girl sings leaning on the railing of her apartment balcony home from her date
strings that bind manipulate each step we take future, past, present-day threads tangling
smoke of my cigarette fades into the clouds perspective from my squinted eye through my dusty glasses dusk, August 11th, 2023