Clean the seeds,
roll it tight,
smoke the high.
Tiny pills,
leave eyes wide,
impossible sleep.
Mind swirls
in a purple
haze.
Phantoms
dance
in strobe lights
Waist length hair
catches the wind,
born to be wild.
Bell bottom flashbacks
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Comments
Mine were three times that wide. Actually, there are signs of the silly hems coming back in. How many decades ago was this again?
I had to laugh and it reminded me of my red MGB.
Wonderful poem.
You look very lovely with that long hair ~ Thanks for sharing this ~