The stranger is hazy, not from this earth.
Phase me, banger, stomp on this dirt,
and the feeling in the moist earth,
thickly lit with tiny textured bits,
vibrating to the depths of bass,
making a statement, bold print,
dancing skeletons and the clock tower’s bent,
moving bustling crowds all around,
techno crowns and the time of our lives,
gooey vibes in a clear light,
through raindrops a red glow,
smokey breeze, green sticky bowl,
sticking pleasant particles on the low,
inhale slow as you smooth out the bones.
Above you appears positive rainbows,
one after the other,
making time for more bread and butter
with each other.