no title, though this is basically the journal poem

a place where mushrooms and sideburns reign
where color and sound boggle the brain
fields of strawberries and glass onions
yields creativity to the cells of our minds
where surreal means unordinarily real
and song of love and peace are your best meal
the math of numbers does not confuse
the wrath of others does not appear
where love is not an act, but being
especially with a girl named Mejing
Mary Jill is an even better lover
many still can't believe its over


Vraeden