fallingwindows
May 14, 2010 19:36
As I sit:
Levon plays in my head.
My eyes cross and I feel
my head
pull back
My consciousness expands.
It is now gaseous
floating in a purple haze
around my ears
my vision burrs and I feel
my head
pull back
I use to relish in this feeling
languish in its vibrancy
Now-- I am
just aware of it.
(Henceforward, I will be smoking less.)
poetry,
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sitting,
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