Nirvana by James Morehead

Nirvana

by James Morehead

lazy incense swirls
bellow upwards
                         outwards
covering my room in a peaceful haze

virgin vinyl unfolds a distant pop tale
drifting in an out of vanilla laced smoke
from speakers across the room

doorbell's call
lost amid bass drum's beat

mother's increasing voice
                                         easily ignored

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