(Photo by author.)
ONE DRUG, PLEASE.
POETRY PROMPT: DAY 4/30
I did a drug, once,
and it made the tiniest
thread plink out of my pristine identity.
Curious, I pulled and tugged, just a bit further,
the well-constructed, but very dull, string
to see what I would find. Though it took
a bit, eventually, the string’s superficial
structure collapsed, and fell, revealing
the strangest, yet most familiar, little boy
looking back at me in the mirror. He was
bright, psychedelic, in total awe of life. He was
and I was me, again.
Like becoming lucid in a dream,
I saw a whole new world that’d
hidden beyond the ancient planes,
far from anywhere
near my view. I progressed with new clarity,
ear to my heart, chasing life’s wonders
and eternal peace, until,
I found my soul wandering into
perfectly odd, (mostly) tranquil paradise.
The man, peering back in the mirror, now,
is still me,
but growing, and grooving NEW me—
DANG bro, you’re pretty cool.
Lover Boy in Space
Last revised: 13 June 2021 9:06pm
Day 4: Journey of undoing, being and becoming