I have, no idea
What is —- going on
But…. it is
Like a song the soundtrack of breathless dawn
long the lawns I crosses them all a hyper tumble time ball stopping for a moment I bummed a smoke from the faun was that wrong?
Pong…. pong….. ping….
Now bow at the waist like folding space lines
Ace, run but don’t race see with your face
Flowers in the vase
Monkey in a cage
to smiling skies
There are no eyes, to close
As mind time twisting melt flows
Out and back in the rivers of din
Through wobbling holes they glow
Fell through one got lucky and hit home…..
Reached over and grabbed my phone
Seems like the right zone, are things where they were how do they look in the light?