You
inhale a breath of toxic happiness
A
kaleidoscope of emotions burns you from the inside out
You
dance on the beat of your own heartbeat
Feverish
hugs and delirious kisses
Filled
with the absolute contentment of unnatural ecstasy
Sharpness
of consciousness and hunger for life and love and touch
Thirsty
for touch and a sip of red wine or whiskey or beer
A
fantasy bursting with realities twisted monstrosities
The
sound of unholy laughter
A
teardrop falls on the floor and the splash echoes for hours
I
don’t get you, you know.
I
cannot stand your irrational thoughts
I
am me you scream but who are you?
A
prophet without a vision
The
supernatural rhythm of the music of the spheres is gone
The
comedown from the high of the soul is mocked by a half-eaten poem
Like
having sex without achieving orgasm
Time
is circular, logic is evaporated in a boiling stream of unconsciousness and bad
music
A
myriad smiles filled with butchered sentiment
Disembodied
souls dance under the yellow streetlights in the middle of a hurricane
They
get on-board the buttered bus leading to the heart of all madness
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