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
once I was high but now? No longer.
I find I’m much too arrogant.