don't listen to any adult
don't listen to any adult
i was once sinking in a boat full of devotion
in the middle of an ocean.
in syringes there's emotion,
and the trap in this dimension
is that tapping into ancient wisdom's difficult.
don't listen to any adult, not even me.
my poetry is out of date.
if children can't relate to it,
i think i blew it.
i had a vision of a post-mortem society
and drew it in a notebook,
then i took a break from writing.
how enlightening's a trip on shrooms.
i need to visit both the moons of earth
and give birth to a body of art.