No Form, Force, Or Phrases - Just Fogged Up!

 Laid back on my bean bag

Flitting

Fog lined in haze

Corners of my

Copper donned space

Light up and breathe

 Grievous; I set the mood

Withal rhythm in sync.

Coquet colors cover

Surface in;

Enigma

Silent hums wipe off

That Grey shade

Solitude grace;

This perennial phase

And zephyr,

Not one, but a flock

In colored attires

Whisper

Shudder

I lift my clogged glance

Staring at weird shapes;

That flies in front

With a blend of trance..

Fantasy I embrace

And grin..

They smile!

Slow in motion;

That what engulfs

All’s mystery here;

Where I fly now

This strike of;

Euphoria

Well done!

I light yet

My Mary Jane;

Inhaling

With all life

That’s living within

I bless this bliss..

Shrill what's not yet..

Night bestows;

An illusion

Strange patterns

Race across this horizon!

Lurking deceit or 
That what lingers are;

Risible,

Peaceful souls

Twilight

Shakes the second

Green of more;

What I see around

Relief there's more

Tribute to you..

This cannabis

Light I over;

This pipe from the;

Sands of Italy

That what a gaffer

Yielded me

To own in time

Furnished with

Rosewood rims

Carvings of

Greek figures that lure..

Majestic!

I cram the top..

With green and what's not..

Sweet

It kisses my breath..

I let it out

Like a French kiss

With tongues..

A twist!

It changes!!

I choke on this;

Ecstasy!

Mind crunched with

Memories;

Thoughts;

Happiness and myth..

I fall back..

Think it's the dose..

Those clayey drops

In my throat

Dripping through

What I breathed..

They suffocate!

Help me let out

And I sneeze

Rehash

I sneeze..

I look for an answer

And I get what I seek!

'Twas not the green

I littered within

My dreamy chamber..

'Twas the pepper

From the little blue dip

Mumbling in flavor..

Phew!

What colors can do

Shake you out of this sense..

I lift those

Clogged dabs again..

Stare at what's left!

Does my room;

Mirror what's my

Reflection

Or does it portray

What I feel??

Coz' those slimy shapes

That flies in front

Still exists...

After me shaken

And sound!

They smile again..

Slow in motion

That what engulfs

All’s mystery yet

Where I fly now,

This strike of

Euphoria

Well done...!

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