an influx of delusion

we fall into each other
collapsing like skyscrapers of limbs and erratic thought
with the sheer color of the universe
choking on the beauty of it all
mouths and pupils
wide open
to swallow it all down
with another hit from your traffic cone/bathtub
gravity bong
cause we just needed to go insane
with beauty,
skip like records over petals of knowledge and the collective unconscious
laughing, the walls dripping sound, and you asked
if i was such a mannequin now
and i replied
"how could i be with all this color
coursing through my wooden veins-- i'm a real boy"
and we laughed
and laughed
and laughed
like it was at all possible for me to ever be
really and truly human
again.
we were damned, but damn, we were smiling.