My Meteor - Original Outpouring

I'd rather sail the sky
Than a stormy sea
Or ride on a rainbow
Not some bumpy, blue thing.
I could climb a cloud
Or move moonbeams

But I'd rather blaze the blunt
I'm toking on with you
I'm the blunt blazer
Stoking one for two.

Let's see saw on sky scales
Or swing off an unanchored star
Navigate by nonsense to
Where our soaked senses are
Saturated more by
A milky shroud at night.

I better hand on this bong
Or I'll inhale it whole.
I better hand it on
Or I'll inhale a whale song.

I took a wee detour 
Past a flaming meteor
She spun me, the shaker 
Then skewered Leo’s heart
Between a creeping crab 
And a garden raker.

Pass the blazing blunt… 
Doh! Bong… back over here.
Go on, pass it here, 
Some where.

How the feral feline 
Roars with righteous pride,
Caught, yet more alive
On the inside
Out where he remembered
How to lose control…

And let the good times
Go on, roll… another one.
Let the good times go
Off, and on and on.

The lunaverse keeps spinning 
Cobbed webs of thought
Watching us weave
Basket faced cases, book
Marked in virtual places
Beyond where God knows

I left that stash
It's time to crash my meteor, right?
God knows where I left that stash
My meteor crashed tonight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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