Relaxing
I chill
clover-studded field
grass tickles
bees mingle
almost like
a high
how the skimmed skin tingle
The bugs don't want to kiss today
or sting my lazy ass today
they're focused on blossoms and so am I
Just that one big white bloom glaring down from the sky.
bake my back
bake my front
too lazy to front
every cloud is a cunt
wanting for nothing
cept maybe a blunt
fucking clouds
love my new shades
eyes closed anyway
looking like Lennon
leaning pretending
that my skin wont burn
and the day isn't ending
It seems the sun likes
its glory reflected back
into its fat face
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