PLAY MISTY FOR ME

In a mist of mushroom gray
swirls of yellow play
their yellow mellow melodies.
and in a sea of poppy red
I contemplate when I’ll be dead
but I’m so stoned
it matters not
Pass the hookah and the pot.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: USA

Comments

Joe

I love it ... It has a feel all its own
Nice work

Bravo

It creates ambiance

Love your jayne xxxx

Thanks, my Jane. Too bad the

Thanks, my Jane. Too bad the"stuff' doesn't wrk. lol

I'm glad. I needed some

I'm glad. I needed some coomic relief. My poetry canbe intense.

Thanks, my friend. Seems

Thanks, my friend. Seems unlike what I usually write, but humor reveals at times much more than it says.

I love the mist of Niagra Falls

and AVERY HAPPY NEW YEAR
to you
my mystic friend ........

live a long and fruitful life
let us share
your glare

the poetic world would become a dwarf
without you
and
so don't dare!

hang on as far as its long enough
none know that yet ...
how long....
all simply bluff
the heaven and hell are only here
who else in the hell does care
so live on a bit longer
and death you must
finally dare

There are days i don;t feel

There are days i don;t feel my inevitabikity; but when the sickness suddenly hits you, you despair,

despair not friend

read my poem
and
MEDITATE
that's one way
guys told me 19 years ago...
I'd die in three months at the most...
I assure you its I...
not my ghost