Friday passes in double shades,
as my eyes weaken from the...

Cracked marble tops
tell tales of conversation...

Your perpendicular head
is the size of a pea...

Upon a morning journey
I discovered a beauty so rare...

She wore a tattoo of feathers,
radiant rainbows of...

Tinsel webbing spun
linked to the heart of an Oak...

Each year,
my skeletal frame...

His little frame
peeks around...

Consumed within a lost generation
of fear and emptiness, I've reached...

I've been burdened with salt and pepper reality,
where gravity devours the physical me, but fantasy...

Deep in the heart
of my pollinated soul...

Finger flowers stretching,
grasping marshmallow cloud dancers...