Psychedelia

 

where you go

 

    and i find

 

here you are

 

    in my mind

 

having tea parties

 

    with Lucy in the Sky

 

and your pink and blue

 

      eyes, fluorescent candlelite

 

trippy,  hippy attitude

 

        the world has become

 

oh, so rude

 

         the Vhs tapes play

 

your face, hidden behind the

 

         multicolored midday

 

one word song

 

          to lullaby the moon

 

whose dreaming of dishes and spoons;

 

          nothing is straight

 

wavy, shape of the brain

 

           dreams made of cotton candy

 

and clowns sliding down hills

 

             playing a telecaster

 

i can’t forget your name

 

           swarming blue butterflies

 

pink lily pads, swimming the fountain

 

        of tears.

 

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