nothing like being casually
swept/marooned
after an all day sigh
into night-street sphere'd-cul de sac
face alight on my offerings, sweet filipino
man-dealer-priest
under starry gemstone glands
mystic moon, he gives me legends
from mexico
i dont care for but believe
because i have to
detailed: yesterdays smoked.
todays turned from summer
sadness to autumn magic,
touch of blue dreams
and fleshing our way out of the heat
mother nature tends to gardens
elsewhere, father nature
is drunk and watches
but she won't admits she likes it
i cascade in meditation/sleep/burning sensations
