Don’t apologize, kids.
The dawn’s down to her ankles
digging her heels into our heads.
Each curried cloud wrinkles
before it sweats heat to relive.
Won’t you all realize this?
The storm’s drawn; a blind
mellow-toning your shades with
frontiers appearing broken.
Illusion’s a vengeful dish.
Dimensions of colour thunder
fourth walls, under which the unjust
wander. Just one, no other;
some dust some lover swept-up in lust
electric-minded, now unclutters.
You’re the tops, don’t quake; slumber.
It’s alright to lie in bed; what evil’s
one more dream to shake from your
head? Don’t fight with the lava of your mind;
what’s sweet still bleeds, take your time.
You can’t die unless you’ve lived.