Pink Skies

POPPIES & MUSHROOMS I desire a beautiful sky. One to inhale with my big brown eyes. Fly like a kite, under the midday light. Join me in this lollipop fight. Till we say Goodnight. Let's sit on the floor Indian style. Passing around the same smile. Holding each other by the wing. As we take a puff and sing, a song about: Poppies and Mushrooms, Lets hold hands and enjoy the fumes. I rub my bare body with poison ivy. A poisonous Vera, deep aloe skin deep I enjoy the penetration under my earthly skin. With the goodness of a sneeze that feels like a sin. With Poppies and Mushrooms, my hair I groom. An inviolate flight on acid. Skinny dipping in the calmness placid. I want to touch that elephant in the sky. Before the illusion vanishes before my eyes. Pink clouds and fluffy marshmallows. Purple kittens and rainbow shadows. Liquid bamboo, and poppies too. Cocoa mushrooms, to get rid of the flu. Poppies and Mushrooms, in a jungle beat. Down my legs, like a dog in rut. Poppies and mushrooms, and a giant balloon. Pop one for me, and act like a baboon. Walk with me across this gingerbread bridge. Let's use up all the cake in the fridge. Graffiti and skittles, While I sing "Hey Diddle Diddle." Lets follow the unicorn, with green feet. Poppies and Mushrooms ever so sweet. Here Kitty Kitty, feel my heart pulse. Hear me meow and tweet tweet tweet. Kool-Aid and Hawaiian punch for lunch. How about some orange Captain Crunch. Poppies and Mushrooms, from the sky I fell. Footsteps down the yellow belly tripping trail. Skip to my Lou, it's time to swallow another pink pill. And sing me this song, where all these illusions are real. by;p.d.