the sixth reefer jeo wrote this at 9:43 am • Filed under Whydya Hadda Postdat, Breakaway Neurons •

must be the sliding mist you puffin, we stoked
must be the hoodoo you speakin, i broke
must be the huh?’s you spittin, you coughed
must be the flying pauses we givin, we laughed.

must be this silent hallowed exit, we snapped
must be this slow crawling evening, you relaxed
must be them clueless passing voices, i gasped
must be this mist in our breathin, we cracked.

im goin, following them footsteps on them concretes.
you glidin, with burning wings into the blue deep.
we fallin, drowning on greens into the high street.

and it must be the sixth. it must be the sixth.