bad Trips
Mowgli and Me
Sitting in a Bed
K-I-S-S I am dead.
Suzy Does Drugs
Her first glance into the Sublime,
Otherwise known as Suzy Does Drugs.
She journeys through the worm holes in her mind.
Her body, a stationary vessel, but her thoughts have left the station.
Like sacred notes placed in a bottle
And cast out to sea.
Don’t Feed The Trolls
Everywhere I look
Do you exist?
Or are you a fleeting moment in this parade of pantomimes?
If I give you an inch,
Will you take a mile?
I see your shadow appear, adjacent to the thought
When I thought I rubbed you out of existence.
A conversation with anxiety.