Staring Up At My Popcorn Ceiling
I Wonder
No matter how hard I try, my popcorn
Ceiling always turns into an image.
Either a mystifying horse with a rippled horn
Or a devil demolishing a soul like chocolate fudge.
Everything in between.
The ripples in the ceiling create
A scene that negates the effects
Of drugs so much that the fudge that the red monster ate
Loses it’s rich flavor and neglects
Any sort of satisfaction.
My imagination grows feral,
My train of thought goes off its track.
Into a mindset filled with peril,
I want my head back.
But the ceiling is so mesmerizing.
A mischievous rollercoaster takes me
Over all of the hills and valleys,
Over all the tiny crevices. A key
That opens a door into many wondering alleys
That trace back to my sleep deprived mind.
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