Francis - April 1st 2012

Francis was very high.

She smoked some,

and reached the sky.

She danced through the clouds,

and ate a star.

The music too loud,

her mouth too dry.

It took her hours 

to come back now.

She drank some glass

of water an,

threw some onto her pretty eyes.

"I see colors, colors of all kinds"

Her different perception was just divine,

she had always been 

mentally ill.

I understand Francis now.

She wanted to escape.

Now look at her, poor her.

She's such a pretty mess.