Quickly glancing back at childhood paranoia,
    The dark garage never held Truth Syrup. From the room
    Filled with ignorant smoke and has been trophies, I see past
    Photos of pure happiness only attainable with little feet.  A
    
    Strong
    
    Scent of oranges and coffee illuminate this existence of bodies.
    Over sized belly’s feast on its prey in a childlike drug vision while rocks
    Sprout like grass in this home of violent voices and wool hugs.

    Large egos at rest, while the madness sweeps the streets with
    Played out role models and jokers in disguise feeding our children sweet
    Treats.  Dark ponds of green skies, snow covered dirt and yellow splattered                 obesity.
    
    But as I continue to lay on my stretched out green grass of a blurry
    Dream, I know one day these images of life and curiosity will melt into the
    Cobwebbed sky and drip into a piece of stone deep into the universe and race             along fine portraits of fine life----