home is a sonic landscape
drenched in tall trees
clouds splattering all over
the green grass of psychedelic
passion and the bleeding
red all over the place
like smashed crayons of youth
it signifies the death of innocence
but i shouldn't have to tell you that
we're all gods in our own rite
complete with static wings expanding
over uncharted galaxies as
our blue bodies sweep the universe
in search of golden love
one night, drunk, i slid into
a black hole and reemerged in this now
with a tattoo and hairy chin
the ladies don't like me anymore
tho ive had all the luv i ever need
ive got the scars to prove this
and the setting of a shocked sun
to back up this claim
peace out
goodbye
may this world treat you kind
and may you create even better
ones in your mind
i think i'll stay in one for a while