1.
Tripping on acid.
2.
To our tenth floor penthouse.
And astigmatism
While his blood orange hair
Somehow
Slid into my dreams.
A mental health issue.
Curling into vapor.
But a buffet of sounds?
8.
Swimming through his veins.
And I’ll lose
My only friend.
A train car
Floats away –Tripping on acid.
A cloud,
Moved in, To our tenth floor penthouse.
3.
The candle complains
Of cataractsAnd astigmatism
While his blood orange hair
Swishes like waves.
4.
Your belt’s
Organ donorSomehow
Slid into my dreams.
5.
It is not,
Babe,A mental health issue.
My thoughts mostly originate
In a corner of my spleen.
6.
I sit and watch
A water dropCurling into vapor.
7.
You say,
What is a nuclear warBut a buffet of sounds?
Our spider plant
Has emboliSwimming through his veins.
I’m scared
He’ll have a stroke And I’ll lose
My only friend.
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