LSD

Mottled; muddled, are impatient realities
In a luminescent pool of battling thoughts.

(I must be drunk)

Voices, rainbow-stained
Serenade, from the kingdom of
Mist-burdened evenings
Twilight-stricken mornings.

(I must be stoned)

Follow, ballerina-toed
Up to iridescent stars,
This sinuous sapphire
Dragon-groan of frosty fire.

Brave, God-sped - this sorry journey
Taste the tinkle of a tolling bell
On the last rung of the beanstalk
Look back when they ring the knell

And Pixies, from the faerie-ring of…

Cerulean Flames and Dusky Dawns
and
Dawny Dusks and Tinted Tones

…will swipe your frightened soul.

Fettered in gold prison bars
We will tip, together
Sonorous mead jars.

Come love, slake
In this merry nightcap-tivity;
Let them build - our pyre lake.


Mar 19th, 2009.