Rob Carmack Poet Narrative

Lucius Begot Luci

When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse,
serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract.
Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity,
worlds in one potent punch squared.
Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status
rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas,
with a sometimes recess from what is seen.

Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss,
her slow caress gave me a new skin
that no shower could make clean.
Kaleidoscope giggles shatter reality
tickling permanent change, but on that night,
I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn
so that the sun could take it all away.

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Paige Hind May 21, 2025 at 4:35 PM "Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss, her slow caress gave me a new skin that no shower could make clean." that's intense- a fav Rob Carmack May 22, 2025 at 1:35 PM Thanks Paige for your visit and the fav.

Hiba Junaid May 7, 2025 at 7:55 AM I love the mellow psychological horror slowly spreading with each line from the speaker to the reader in this poem. It's an awesome ability to be able to make the reader experience the imagery, almost taste it like the gradual high of a drug. It's brilliant, and I can't wait to read more of your work, Rob. Be Blessed always, Hiba <3 Rob Carmack May 13, 2025 at 2:27 PM TY Hiba.

Thomas Wells January 25, 2025 at 4:39 PM Rob, I really like this poem! It seems to take one on a psychophysiological trip and reminds me of the infamous song "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds." I don't experiment with drugs anymore, but your narrative takes me back to another time. Best wishes, Thomas Rob Carmack January 31, 2025 at 3:11 PM Another time indeed, have enjoyed all my days, but those back when take on more meaning the older you get. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2025 at 8:53 PM The second verse was easier for me to get. I really liked that one, Rob Rob Carmack January 8, 2025 at 6:32 PM TY my friend.

Ink Empress January 6, 2025 at 8:39 AM Dear rob, youv written an excellent poem that depicts how an individual would feel or what they see with psychedelic. Which is very clever and creative take! I especially love the lines “ I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn so that the sun could take it all away.” An excellent end to your well woven poem! Absolutely love little details so artistically woven into this! Impeccable! Pleasure reading this! Wishing you a wonderful 2025! Hope this year treats you and your loved ones well Rob Carmack January 8, 2025 at 6:33 PM Thank you for reading and your thoughtful comment. I do like how this one turned out. I wish you a great 2025 and look forward to reading more of your poetry.

Joe Maverick January 5, 2025 at 8:51 AM Radient and yet vacumed into the sun.' Rob I shall go over it again.' Rob Carmack January 8, 2025 at 6:32 PM TY Joe.

David Crandall December 22, 2024 at 7:55 AM Cool psychedelic poem, Rob. Rob Carmack January 4, 2025 at 5:11 PM It was a cool tactile experience. Only had one like that.

I Am Anaya November 30, 2024 at 11:25 AM Hoffman discoverer of LSD. This must be an entry for the psychedelic contest, and what an eloquent entry tis . Love it! Good to meet you, Rob. Kaleidoscope giggles Rob Carmack December 1, 2024 at 12:49 PM This is for the Highest Bidder contest. I think the psychedelic contest was posted after the bidder contest, but filled quickly. Nice to meet you too.