snow

Snow before Christmas is magical, snow after Christmas is a pain in the ass.

Lifted

in another state of mind
find it hard to type a line
thoughts come much more slowly now
but hunger quite quickly
as i know now
and then the thoughts pick up the pace
forget i was hungry in the first place
dashing dancing flashing thoughts
wicked wishing wacky thoughts
sensous salacious sexy thoughts
teasing testing tempting thoughts
naughty nasty never ending thoughts
thoughts that come quick
thoughts that burn out
thoughts that i'm thinking of thinking about
my hands too slow to write them all
some go forgotten beyond my recall
until on another smokey flight
I can remember the thoughts of that night.