Processing the scene, serene
The whir and tick of mine machine.
Wild mushrooms in the grass

Inside the highway overpass
The ***** man
Eats

The sky
A bright
A gig'ling shade
Or that's the way the clouds were laid
Puff then puff, so farthy splayed.
I lie
I light
My jade hewn pipe
To see the clouds is what I like
Spesh'ly in this splendid light.
I fly
A height
To vantage point
The shining golds a king annouint
The reds and purple
Puffy there
Swell and expand in clouds puffed fair.
I expel the newly scented air
To cling to fibers in my hair.