f l o a t i n g

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f l o a t i n g ( g n i t a o l f )

f eathers on a breeze

wafting with the season’s sneeze

flowing over i

l ighter than a ghost

higher than a toking pope

milkman in the sky

o nce upon a when

up above a cul-de-sac

heading for the moon

a s the chemists gas

then forever’s bubbles blow

in a bright balloon

t o magiona

or a green & sylphid land

from the bland of men

i t’s a plasma thing

meditate & levitate

bring a pad & pen

n otice so the ants

in the bowels of now’s below

in the shrinking town

g oing with the fro

glowing in a phantom boat

never floating down

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