Stoned Verse
Silver songs and sombre sounds like silent stories— stoned, profound Writing, boldly, of wild, wild dreams, this page all soaked with bright, red ink My tears pouring down that page, just drowning words with startled rage While smoking, writing, dreaming, stoned, Those letters blurring— poems I owned My silver song so stoned it fades The story inhabits dark, stark caves Yet writing, boldly, of wild, wild dreams, that nearly burst with […]