Crimson time,
now what could be
my damn
un-heavenly crime,
tiss,
one eye blind…
Punishment or jinxed
anathematized…
As i walk upon
Natures garden of beauty
throughout my own bliss…
A victim of an asshole
door-man,
an very, very, very poor management!
All in modular housing
in a parking lot
on government land…
Innocent chimes
thought’s of getting stoned
rhythm and rhyme
scrambling images of time
sending
them all into the sublime…