I am,

making my ascent into the very nature of being one
or two with highness & the glory that it brings. I think that maybe I have in
my possession two wings of the sweetest leaves, anchored to the ground and still keeping me above it all.

or maybe I could possibly be talking nothing but nonsense.

because I do find myself talking nothing but absolute nonsense the majority of the time, or at least after I have let you fill me up, fill my lungs. I went to the church and I realized that the priest was saying nothing different from I..
when I'm high. It's sex, the in and out motions of inhale&exhale together at once. It is in fact very much like pale intimate moments with the boy that clicks your hips just right. The boy you call (most perfect darling)

and maybe he himself is nothing but nonsense.

sometimes he flickers on when the steady beat of night has faded acidhead,
and there is nothing left to do but allow the sleep to pervade you and your body. when all others are silent whispers tiptoed insane around the house at sometime in the white am of things... he pulls himself out of dream,to wake and walk and join the old persons from yesterday or the day before that.. they truly do wish the worst for you

or so said the tarot card nonsense.

backseat devil in the hands of your friends pushing you further in tune
because at this moment you're more powerful than the moon. but shouldn't the moon be weak because of it's gravity. people can float [downwards & upwards] & sidewards. I imagine it a fiercly whimsical climate. perhaps thousands of beds beckon the child , come to sleep on my faraway wings. . the trip is intense and I wouldn't want you to ever have to feel it, but you certainly would like it.

and the tease is nothing but nonsense.

everything about you [him & her] & them is losing it's radiance every minute more. you are no longer glowing, black eyeliner. feathers of vegas decorating your sweet palms, needles & pins for the loveliest sins scream or sing a sweet sweet voice. please say you won't ever leave me. . and allow girl believe naive but sturdy recollections, or looking-forwards. glass eyes looking straight ahead, no side view of anything or anyone & why?

floating.

I think that I am floating side to side Ophelia,
the wind does bring about the most tempting forgiveable darling type of
thoughts on this gemstone rock or this hurting craving for something better than I , I am quite fond of poetry & the art of loving people through your words. said I emptied my soul of everything when I poured it into my vocabulary , my metaphors, my sentences.

and I think that when you are stoned, you speak absolutely no nonsense.