In Queeniland,
Weed is the highest
form of hope - I keep
an internal memo of
the Weedists
Quasi-immigrants are
our daily routine
But in happy hours,
I dreamt of free riding
the Mobike to T.A.M.,
landing on the red moon
in my astronaut helmet.
Just some pillow talk
minor linguist Icsulcer at most
et ce te ra, et ce te ra . . .
Yours autonomously,