Kisses across Kool-Aid Cocktails
fluttering eyelashes on a sea of blue.
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder
swirling vision helps it too.

Laying low on little lawns
wishing I were in the sky.
Writing acrostics in the clouds
as though I couldn’t just fly.

Missing mushrooms munched at dawn
reality irrelevant
once I was high but now? No longer.
I find I’m much too arrogant.

About Hyacinthe Michael Schwartz

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.
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