Saturday, November 24

Peyote Tea Bag

"Sipping Cigarettes"

That'd be a good song title, Jordan,
or a poem
"Oh yea? ..Yea?"
As I blow o's at him
and he does, too,
he says,
for the first time in his life.

My mind's at the static high
It's a desert place to be
Hot by the astro-sun
and swallowed by content

Kindof eurphoric
kind of deadbeat--
in the most lovely way.
hello, waves
of dementia Earth,
you must be a radiant star.
Hello forgiving, innocent waves
you must be the epitome

It's like,
each time I trip now it's nostalgic.
it's like I'm over it,
but for the fun of it
I can become a child again.
when really it's the thing
that's aged me


My head darts like the vulgar cat
this has been an evening...

behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.

click here to speak to me.

cats to my fish