Butterflies as big as bats
with phosphorescent wings
My ears can’t speak
My mouth can’t see
My eyes begin to scream
Bugs are climbing up the walls
Spiders come out of my skin
My mattress melts into
tomato sauce
in which I start to swim
The ceiling spins in a circle
I’m holding my eyeballs in my hands
Pointing them at things
I want to see
but cannot understand
The TV walks across the room
There’s Myra Gulch
upon her broom
Jimi Hendrix rides a star
smashing bugs
with his guitar
Snakes appear upon my head
Look in the mirror
and I am dead
I point my eyeballs at the plate
all the mushrooms
I must have ate
Senses now in overload
Waiting for the crash to start
Sensing things I must leave untold
I swallow an eye and can see my heart
Falling
Bawling
Insides are crawling
Spinning
Sinning
The mushrooms are winning
Aching
Faking
Never reawaking
Crying
Dying
Nothing is complying
I wake up not knowing
How many hours may have passed
I’ll have to try those mushrooms again
That trip was such a gas
Categories:
reawaking, adventure, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Ice is breaking
Heart reawaking
Process in making
Love's pure baking
Categories:
reawaking, confusion, life
Form: Quatrain