Poetry by Ian Rand McKenzie

Silly Rhymes and Writing Good Times


We are your breath
We keep you alive
We keep you cool
We steal your warmth
We will give
We will take
You will give
You create warmth
You sweat
You bleed
Your breath is our kin.

Draped Clocks

A dry, barren land
Everything is dead
Everywhere is sand
And a solumn, disfigured head

There's bugs
There's sticks
And oddly shaped bricks

There's gold and silver clocks
Draped over like socks

When psychadelics meet art
It's a wonderful start

To embracing our minds
To releasing our binds

To discovering new thoughts
Salvador Dali, the first of many psychonauts
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