Creeping through the blue haze
delicately caressing the memories
the ghosts, and the dreams.
Suspicously studying the wings
under the mans suit, who stands there
Nothing left to do, but tenderly place
his forgotten feather, in the pocket of your mind,
forget it later, when emmenince is less important
You finally find your dishes,
after the haze clears,
wash them in the rapids,
the cool white water washes away all the
impurities, that wouldn't let you sink,
in the swirling waters.
deep fry your hamburger,
eat a chicken,
my minds left me...
I'm a vegetarian.