Tripping

Stealing the ether of abstract visions my thoughts wander to kiss memories, resurrected through fractured pains. Needle breaks the surface, but is unable to penetrate the chemical perimeter that shrouds my conscience. Drifting in rainbow fantasies, nirvana beckons with painted smiles. Becalmed beneath echoed sighs, I trip on fractured moonbeams and wallow, bleeding angst potential Cream egg sunset melts into chocolate mountains as soap bubble trip crashes and burns. Reality kicks my head in. Drains my moat of illusions, exposing ejecta from the real. Parkinson’s hands grope for salvation, lying on its pseudo silver bed. Just one glowing tongue from the candle to wake the dragon; to prowl my dreams. Track marks whisper hypnotic seductions to release my narcotic soul; warping freedom to fit, snug, as a second skin. Dripping, piece by piece, into oblivion