Rollo
Bluelighter
That morning, I came home. I had dropped three tabs of Jerry Garcia. My flip neared its end. What could I do to come down? Why come down, when I can stay up? I searched for an answer. Gently I picked up the snake. It told me its name... I forgot it,
but that's not my point. I found a slice of Pizza... It was good. What was I saying?
Maybe I haven't come down. I kept on searching. I haven't found What I was looking for. Where's my pizza?
What do you think? Free verse is not truly my genre of poetry, but this just seemed to flow. Hope you like it.
PLUR
but that's not my point. I found a slice of Pizza... It was good. What was I saying?
Maybe I haven't come down. I kept on searching. I haven't found What I was looking for. Where's my pizza?
What do you think? Free verse is not truly my genre of poetry, but this just seemed to flow. Hope you like it.
PLUR
