Colored Eyes

A riot of smiling faces;
eating mushrooms, smoking pipes on the chessboard
the pending hours bend logic of perception.
I remember an earthy taste and a fluorescent cloud of smoke;
blood shot third eye, gold mind.

Beyond the horizon where the day breaks,
we swam to an island in the royal waters;
on the shores, there are many roles to play
break through psyche dimensions; your world becomes inverted
but I promise,
"It'll never be clearer, than in that moment."

Envy the accepted outsider.
they've killed ignorance and raised questions
sitting beside me she packed a puff;
in her arms,
under the sheet she is the impossible sea I look to swim
invasive energies shrouded in delicious color
one taste and you'll be back.


  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Lovett4166

    yea to me the end is my favorite part

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