Smoke slips into the bloodstream
Schizophrenia blows me a kiss
Surreal laughing, falling over
A broken record skipping ad infinitum
the world's different yet again

my legs useless to me here and now
fused and confused with concrete
sliding in and out of the gateway
of missing dimensions and twisting
scratchy and unreliable five senses

behind me gleaming galaxies beckon
but I can't fall through the floor
much to my slightly amused suprise
supernova nightlights at the edges
of my slowly disintegrating vision

But no more and it wears off quickly
still disconnected from my inner self
gliding then stifling an odd laugh
who am I, will I ever feel real again
only the doors of perception know now

Keyword: What goes on in the suburban streets

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Posted by indianaman130 2008-06-26 01:42:05 .... puff, puff give. Come on man don' t mess with the rotation. I don't ever rate, but this one deserves it. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-06-26 04:59:13 .... That is an awesome poem man. I really dig this, and strange as it may seem I feel I know the sensation of missing dimensions + Report this comment
Posted by Amatayo 2008-06-26 18:13:31 .... Sorry to say you lost me. d ed mmmmmmm + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-06-26 18:17:51 .... wonderful description of being stoned out of your head and trying to walk down the streets. :o| nice job! + Report this comment
Posted by Pilgrim 2008-06-27 19:35:35 .... if not read slow a person can easily get lost. but someone who has experienced a drug induced psychosis, namely myself, can understand the narrative. smoke in the bloodstream? maybe thc, but not smoke. + Report this comment

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