Red Lights
With one last sip, she starts to slip
her mind is gone, she's lost her grip.
An image came she'll not forget
of hellish anquish in a pit.
She drifted back to childhood years
when she would often play in tears -
her brother's pranks that stranded her
on creekbed rocks, became a blur.
Still farther back in mem'ry past
she saw herself as sinking fast
into a tub of pouring rain
afraid of swooshing down the drain.
And now her mind's eye takes its turn
she flags, unable to discern
her left from right nor up from down;
no color left, all things are brown.
Her hearing's next to take a dip
and then her heart begins to skip.
Her drink was laced with LSD
or opiates in poppy tea?
No real harm done, she saw red lights,
and learned a lesson, learned her rights.
Was it just luck she did not flip?
She never took another trip.
iambic tetrameter
written 4/15/2012
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