Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

(I said this to serrah)
MJHaggar: im hoping to write about three or four tonight, because i have had all these thoughts and no outlet for a while, not time to sit and think

poem number 1

Spin Spin room room
whirl you, talk you, smoke n swirl
Spiral cascade fall and
Fill in, the cracks we have left
What’s your name again?

I found a dame, a damaged soul
And what was left
We couldn’t contain
Watched it seep and spill and soak
It rattled us, and choked our throats

It was then someone smiled
and dully commented
That life was a dream
We agreed and
having “firmly” cemented “our beliefs”
we drank the red nectar to give us wings - again
…so much heavier from the rain this time….

But upon the town we hit and hurried,
Scurry scurry to catch the train,
And when we missed, remorse was scarce
Dining thoroughly upon adventure
the evening’s main course

Suppose we came to some sacred place,
hardly aware but the thrill and vibe
and music leapt from creak and corner
further instilling the dance in us
and the notion, the hope… that this feeling would never subside