Photo by Jae Fienberg
either your friend or your doom
know that it will bloom
as a flower or die like gloom
and it consumes
so never assume
weather is light or dark before noon
because time is in our minds like these thoughts as a croon
using my cuticles to zoom
when I visualize soft sandy dunes
in a dream that feels like a cartoon
and you were only in tune
with the cosmic boom
of Pink Floyd's Darkside of the Moon
feeling imagination's illume
for my perfect night's spoon
so let's fly away like loons
and not return anytime soon
to this place full of baboons
and balloons
merely following what we felt, the vibe in the room.
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the lost words of b.h.
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