In the Tiger Blossom sunburst you began onto me hallucinations of tobacco stain, On high, dusting inky black with fiery passion fruit sherbets, joyously proclaiming your own psychedellia, Vivid lucidity waltzing with the golly gosh neon templates, Quivering in brightest oranges and cheap tequila dawning of eras erased, Seeping livid fluorescent wrath amidst the waves of faux despair, distain, and a poor mans epiphany The blinding patchwork terracotta, beaming from open bud popping of the maternal humidity of lazy days wasted, The roar of the thick treacle darkness, Leaves me euphoric and craving tacky Mexican diners of this world, calling to me through Nevada and tropical Arabia, In the Tiger Blossom sunburst, Where I found my vitality
