miyako73
02-27-2015, 04:38 PM
After noon
when everything is vast and far,
glass pipe
is a sure relief
when haunted by distant thoughts
insistent like aches.
When I see the pink
elephant dancing slow
with the winged unicorn,
I am not really alone
in my locked smoky room
singing rhymes.
These days,
the May mist of meadows
and summer butterflies
make me forget
leather whips and welts
and the rage of his hands.
when everything is vast and far,
glass pipe
is a sure relief
when haunted by distant thoughts
insistent like aches.
When I see the pink
elephant dancing slow
with the winged unicorn,
I am not really alone
in my locked smoky room
singing rhymes.
These days,
the May mist of meadows
and summer butterflies
make me forget
leather whips and welts
and the rage of his hands.