My Jubilant Girl

complete and total adoration towards
green leaves regarded perfidious;
believed to cause destruction in the minds
ignorant of deepening inner thought.

ideals rather concentrated in the
turning meniscus – lowly fermenting
into drowsy definitions of the
deathly Tetrahydrocannabinol.

but my eyes – eyes greening with desire,
focused on chromatic chromaticity
of inward budding euphoric sensations
causing oneself to float above the rest.

and i love thee – wisping fumes into air,
puffed in circular sullied clouds of gray.

Screaming into the InterWeb...

For the masses to hear-
for no one to stumble across.

Silently I will scream
into the vast abundance
into the Googling horizon
and into the Cresting Sun.