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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