The Trees Come Marching In

Pineapple Express he is my love

They softened their frozen words for

No one

Trapped in angel white curtains and

High  income  taxes but

Delicate does not lie.

 

I want to drink from the fire

Drink from your waterfall

Soul

Roses fill up the glass and

Draw the plain away

 

Trusting search engines and stars

And I don’t think I understand

Why

The one who writes the mornings

Makes a beautiful sound

When

The  world  is  dark.

 

Pulling weeds, pulling pulling

Sinking in the dirt.

 

Smoking weed smoking smoking

Fogging up the hurt.

 

Pulling weeds, smoking pulling

Marijuana cards.

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