Monday, November 22, 2010

sifting through my book
i find this elephant a blook
hinting at my stoner eyes
he starts to ponder about pies

inside of bears and pears and wine
i slinger frontwards into lime
frothing at the mouth he coughs
and blood leaps on my shirts and shoes

a stench remains from such large stains
the elephant's tripping on acid and rain
i close the book and shove it in my bag
i'm stoned and waiting for the bus to sag

it's getting darker earlier
i'm day dreaming furlier

igniting more little green leaves
inhaling and holding my breath
i'm standing in pools of subleese
i exhale and now i feel really really faded

(isn't this elephant fantastic?
it's peeking right out of the page!!)

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