Expectation rises as my heart get all excited
By a tiny piece of paper on my tongue.
Then I sit for twenty minutes
Waiting for the Outer Limits
When my Mind and Universe will be as One
Well the edges start to tingle,
On the fireplace light mingles,
And the curtains seem to shimmer in the sun.
And the mildew in the corner
Speckles egglike with euphoria.
With a knowing look you mutter, "Here it comes."
Little buddhas in the carpet
heh heh, buddhas in the carpet,
Then it's gone.
Sit staring,
waiting
at the wall.
Skin feels like I've stopped crying
Or maybe laughing, but it's boundary
disappears like,
In a wet tingle slippery molten chocolate bar...
Ooh...that's weird.
'Yeah,' says your companion.
Then, more interested in the table, looks away.
The fuckwit.
The window's much more fun.
Dandelion and cornflower grasses breeze a dance girating close to temper losing
Jutt'ring with the random pulsing wind
the fucking yanks with their space program rockets blasting through the atmosphere:
Aaaaall that water bloooooown in to the air!
The hawthorn bush becomes the squall,
its spider tendrils at the wall.
It wants to drag your heart, your soul into its maw.
But, how much the clouds...
"Hey! How much the clouds?"
"Yeah."
Now the stolen ashtray holds his gaze.
Fuckwit.
"You think you are above me
I'm so much better mate than you
Because I'm Jesus and the Devil
I am One wrapped up in Two.
I'll fucking kill you, you jumped up hairy fuckwit."
"Hey, Hey chill,
Roll as pliff,
This i sjust a badt rip
Roll a spliff,
Have a spliff
Smoke aspl iff"
We sit like finished LP's:
CrackleHuhShoo-ing into silence.
Lost.
I am my father.
Home pissed late sunday lunchtime gravy smell on steamy windows black 'n' white unsexy mum still fat from making me.
And my hands weld to my cheeks.
I scrape a layer,
Only energy.
"Yer hungry yeah?"
"yeah hungry, yer"
"yer hungry..."
SHIT! I'M EATIN MY TEEEEEETH TEETH
Teeeeeeth
Teeeeththth
Teeth
Ooooh HobNobs hobbennobben hobbennobbennob
hobbennobbennob
hobbennobbennob
hhhobbennobbennobanob
"Don't you think it's weird, like how gravity is?"
"Yeah."
"You know, like it's weird?"
"Weird."
The trees in the park are firework noises.
Woooo-eeee up the trunk
And pakhoor for the branches.
I stand an eternity,
making firework noises,
One for every tree,
The oak, the ash, the beech, the birch the willow chestnut cherry chutney hey
Is that spiderwebs between my fingers?
No
Hold on
No
Yes it is
No
The Groundhogs are making me unhappy,
So I put on The Church.
"You know the best way to be happy all the time is to never be unhappy! Hahaha! Don't you think, eh? Don't you think?"
And as the wildwinded, cavorting clouded Autumn afternoon draws into night
The darkness clamours on my clothes, so damp in the lamplight
A cartoon chesspiece comes to life then disappears into the wall.
And conversation turns to taxis.
And night brings sleep and dreams.
And day?
Dissatisfaction to my core.
Expectation rises as my heart get all excited
By a tiny piece of paper on my tongue
Then I sit for twenty minutes
Waiting for the Outer Limits
When My Mind and Universe will be as One.
A contest entry
- Acid Trip (18+) by Jfd.
375 points, ended September 17, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Golden Poems (pre-write quickie) by JM Kenyon.
450 points, ended December 22, 2007, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is what I caught myself thinking about halfway through this write:
This guy could use a straight jacket!
Why? I think because the poem goes severely up and severely down and skips from place to place... which made me think of person shifting between manic extremes of "fuck-it-all, I quit" and "Give-me-some-fucking-thing-to-do-before I implode".
Of course, I've never experienced (nor do I want to) a tiny piece of paper on my tongue, at least more than metaphorically, as if twiling thoughts could be paper.
I've looked at this write from another angle, which is what makes me admire the content. Dissatisfaction is a plauge on the human mind (with or without acid effects). The content of this write is intensely restless...
up and down, pacing, despondent, back and forth between sense and psychosis
I don't suppose people REALLY need to be tripping to experience this... I wonder if the memories after such an episode are as vivid and consuming as they are without?
Anyway, great write.
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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Awesome
I did not expect the mutterings of a flashback to creep in between the stanzas. Well written and amazingly descriptive of a time that is all but forgotten when the trip ends. Congrats on the well-deserved gold fellow poet. I really felt like I was on the magical journey as well. Great read.
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Wow you really give the reader a glimpse into an encounter of someone tripping, I love the randomness in this and I love how as the poem progresses so does the narrators high. Thanks for entering!
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