SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Thursday, March 24, 2022

"Peyote"

Summer fields evaporate
Into the moon, into the bleak
Horses running thru the rainbow
Crystal bubblegum chick
Driving umbrellas of stairs
Further down the spine
Feel your head collapse
Look into my eyes

Travel down, leak your blood
On the surface of the sun
Summer fields evaporate
Into Neptune heavy clouds

Hear a distant country song
Floating on the wind
Carrying back your seventh sense
Singing of your grief
Resting in a shallow grave
Just nearby the road
Singing of the bullfrog king
Valleys full of soap

Where your creed don’t matter
Where the whole world sings
It’s peyote, brother
Ride on eagle wings

Have somebody teach you
Under side of blues
Skies don’t carry nothing
Birds don’t make no dues

Psychedelic boys and girls
Gather round the fire side
Sing on stoned and wayward wolves
Skies don’t hear them cry
Ain’t no thunder coming down
Whipping round your name
Everything is in the drugs
Evolving without shame

Have somebody show you
Under side of love
Moon don’t love the ocean
Sand don’t love the dove

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