Stick around your mouth.
Trails of aroma smolder you hair.
Not tangled, and not fixed.

Who do you know,
back that carries trees
and maybe the history.

Blackmail, slick
slippery goon,
who stalked her moon.

Strange days, those
I found out,
that followed gaze of  
psychedelic rock was not
an excuse to follow.

Stanger is the fool,
the danger,
going home paranoid
what a lovely smell,
dammed.