Gumballs Dream Sporadic

Another collaboration between yours truly and Blaise Tzu. My lines are brown, his are in purple.

Mushroom domes in a dual moon sky sing cherry stars in a night so sweet,

Crackheads on the corner slap legs and nod heads as they swing to the sounds of the new street beat,

Junky feather feat hear ghosts that don't speak, tweakin' unique to invisible freaks,

Gutterballs spin wildly walking on water becoming annoyed at the light's listless leaks,

That's when gravity creeks, atmospheric floor boards speak in cartoons,

Cosmic fluxes shoot in and out of existence as quantum physics serve humans as runes,

So is it from the true of cerulean blue? Or is it a sick joke from a crossword goon?

Either way one man's truth cums on another with ruth, a compassion often seen as sent too soon.

Reviews

[HighBrowCulture]

thank god for this. the rest of the garbage on this site was turning my brain into that gum you find under park benches in cities like Chicago.