Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

not to be confused with 420
which i assume is still happening
at 430
i am almost ready
as it would appear

watching how the thing comes around
like wires held together by the past puppetry
she tore the connections out
let them wildly struggle in the wind
and watched the stuff fly away

the love
ideas about that
how to do it
disappeared
by the waters edge the love came back in a mist

searching the house for some tobacco
franticly
she felt it again
one gourmet cig and a whole lot of dreams came in like whoosh
smoke
touched my heart'
thank you

Fine poem.