A Trip
I took my mind a-wandering
To a far-off surreal place
The dealer said it would open me
That I’d be off my face
So I dropped it with water
And half an hour later
Traces and blurs started
Senses enhanced and greater
One by one flowers emerged
Stretching towards spring sun
I swear I can taste them
Each and every last one
I can literally feel the bass
That’s driving forth the music
Those ripples across the floor
Are making me quite sick
My jaw’s clenched tightly
And I stare down at my hands
I’ve taken my mind wandering
To far-off surreal lands.
21.4.2022 7:55am
Copyright © Neil Johns | Year Posted 2022
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