I wrote this poem shortly after an encounter with a molecule. Though the experience at times bordered on terrifying, it resolved into a state of relaxation once I learned to have fun with it. That’s the inspiration for this poem.
I rhyme peculiar sets of phrases
I flip like mad all through the pages
Lines and lines I don’t recall
I see the scribbles on the wall
Distorted time, distorted speech
My hands reach out, yet I can’t reach
The water that sits near my bed
My thoughts run wild
I might be dead
But no, I see some colors there
Across the wall, a rainbow glare
A mystery, what could this be?
They had forewarned me, I suppose
I could burst forth in lines of prose
Or spend hours just wiggling my toes
What kind of heaven do I see?
I guess it’s just the LSD