Poem I Wrote When I Was a Pothead Teenager
By: [Birddroppings]
Inside the caves, I don't know what I'll find.
There are colorful, streaming vortexes, cloud-filled funnels,
And coiling caverns in the chasms of my mind.
That can pulse and change their colors,
And I once floated through on a magic mattress
That could conjure assorted lovers.
Although, no words could ever be right.
A phantasmagoria of sparkling iridescence,
A mellifluous river of light.
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