the trip is long and strange
the cherry falls off your cigarette,
dusty blinds that shade the window,
the veins in the back of my hand
they all exhale inhale exhale in unison
bubbled drip off the ceiling as smoke falls
falls straight from my ears,
and i can hear my goldfish singing jazzy blues songs down the hall next to my grandma’s bedroom
which is full of butterflies and spies
while nosy n...
