Psychedelia
where you go
and i find
here you are
in my mind
having tea parties
with Lucy in the Sky
and your pink and blue
eyes, fluorescent candlelite
trippy, hippy attitude
the world has become
oh, so rude
the Vhs tapes play
your face, hidden behind the
multicolored midday
one word song
to lullaby the moon
whose dreaming of dishes and spoons;
nothing is straight
wavy, shape of the brain
dreams made of cotton candy
and clowns sliding down hills
playing a telecaster
i can’t forget your name
swarming blue butterflies
pink lily pads, swimming the fountain
of tears.