MUSHROOM CLOUDS
When she seeded the clouds with mescaline
the snowflakes fell each singing a song
like the tastes on her tongue
no two the same
Neil Meili
Zen Cowboy Poet & Freelance Philosopher
MUSHROOM CLOUDS
When she seeded the clouds with mescaline
the snowflakes fell each singing a song
like the tastes on her tongue
no two the same