The high can always get higher.
That’s what the peyote runners
screamed out in the desert nights.
Chasing that high.
Reaching new Heights.

Lost alone in the expanses
Romance is a lost art
Geishas making pop tarts.

All types of people interacting
Reacting…boiling &
Back drafting.

Drawing down on the River.
Gliding on ace pontoons
Everyone is due there time.
Bust a rhyme.
Make a movement.
To improve rent?
Never! Repent Love.

You are what I think of while
I’m insightful.
Manifesting waiting until I get interesting.

The constant clicking of stacking chips.
Laugh with porcelain faces.
Bluff a trash talk.
Play the people. Win their minds?
Bells chimes intertwined.