in the land of baya-buya

[skjalff]

on the sunny shore of ocean
lime and blue and stormy grey
in the land of baya-buya
i dug a hole in yellow sand

i was smoking i was stroking
in my warm and homely cave
not a tiny little worry
seemed like pretty safe a place

oh and then the tide came running
right in to my cozy home
sprinting wild for the high land
i just saw my ceiling fall

i sat freezing on a mountain
blue and green and sickly pale
in the land of chaba-mura
one to dig is sure to fail

blood shot gaze and fingers shaking
packed myself another bowl
thinking hard what' fuck had happened
and what's that that i've just learnt

as the wind blew through my ears
whistling made my brain feel cold
and executive decision at long last
has reached my dome..

on the sunny shore of ocean
lime and blue and stormy grey
in the land of tala-buda
stands my house made of sand





skjalff

 

[RareForm]

 

[Psychedelics_r_best]

nice one.

 

[cherub]

reminds me for some reason this poem goes with some of the pictures i saw from your vacation,,, seems like a beautiful time.
Great stuff.

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