Lucy the clan and me...

[mior]

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[mior]

Lucy, the clan and me

I was delirious last night
There was Lucy in the sky for me
Beckoning to my reckless soul
To jaunt over the hills
Those that haunt me for free will

As I lay on the greenery
A roach twitched my smoking fingers
I turned to kill the living thing
And ended up holding him firm between his skin

And there was the sweet voice
Lunging from me, towards me
Saying, saying lets go up
Up, upper, high and higher
Where none can be dropped
Like the burning Iddicky crop

Oh Mother Delight, Mother alright!
Your pink saltiness, yet so sweet
Who causes the rhapsody in me to tweet
Is speed for lovers, who lick the heat?

But how long will the Mother Delight?
While the white fairy is about to strike
And the roach wrapped in skin
Still makes its way, to the part above my chin

Now gooney birds, encircle the sky in my head
Mary Jane and I kissed yet again
Mother Delight was Mother Alright?
And the white fairy made merry with charming Mr. Hairy

But the white fairy was like the Irish lady
Who had her fun and set out on a run
Never again would I trust a feline
Who chiseled her love over my pain
And within a moment left me to refrain

But who is that man?
At once shan’t he listen!
When Mary Jane summons
One has to draw attention

And so I paid heed
To Mary Jane’s need
And suckled a breath of the green field
Leading me to choke
On a lungful of smoke

But just as night feel, the quarter moon shone
The Gods who feared, now sat to stone
And they watched with malice, my cloudy breath in shades of grey
Dazzle away their minds, which soon began to sway

The gooney birds have the way to fly
They twist and twirl
Hurl and whirl
As my synesthesia unfurls

Just when at peak
A surge gashed a leak
The drops in my brain, looked like they were set to stain
The innocence of Trisch’s brain

And as I closed my eyes
The colors still set to immortalize
The ecstatic rush of Lucy’s wine
And her cat valiumed to divine

Far beyond the diamonds, I called stars
Over temple balls, both big and small
Satan and Christ were locked in wars
Deeming the world to be theirs not ours

Lucy and the clan together we rose
And left for our starlit abode
The world is not ours, I do agree
It’s for those who hate Lucy, the clan and me