anchored in days each evaded in haze
invaded with tastes of the play of the game
hold up your values and stroll through the sun
race back inside when my download is done
marks of a change still amaze
Tag: haze
poem: look here ma, the time is passing
look here ma, the time is passing
I’m just tryin’ to have a gas an’
go out smiling some grey day
with heart of love and brain of haze
do it, now, again, again!
I need it fifteen thousand ways
poem: playing the game is a rush
playing the game is a rush
turns to mush in the days that then brush
up
against the play.
blending and blurring it
making a
make believe haze
rush, play, haze, mush,
Logan Bright — Works 