A forest in Hollywood
trees congregate
looking up at a big tree
grown from hate
grown from an assassin
reality
He yells, “Free your mind! ”
trees are cheering, dancing to wind-music
forests kill their selves bowing
they take leaves, cherishing glitter
He thinks, “Make them believe, they are better”
He says, “Take my branches, sharpen your pencils;
you got a battle with reality”
words will kill
He says, “Take my colorful branches and pray”
only fear here is.......reality
reality is a killer
only weapons we got are pencils
forest is gone
biggest tree sheds elegiac tear-sap
He yells, “Free your mind, and let’s kill reality.”
forests kill their selves bowing
I give pencil branches
I give my leaves with glitter
I sharpen pencils and aim
I will fight reality, an assassin
a dream guide
a homicide
tree says, “Free your mind, let’s kill reality with pencils”
pencils are fruits, a nutrition for escaping reality, and its claws
branches are here to save you
pencils are your weapons
Free your mind, let’s kill reality with our pencils
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