i had my first whiff - dang. it was bad.
how bad? i cannot quite say without
falling into the same cycle: the swing is just
a little too hard, the cry babies have red bottoms,
while a teacher's pet is all the glory. not like morning glory,
whose wilting stance i quite imagined many times
please help,
though the folks they don't see what i see
because third eye is not normal.
that's a disease, that's a whisper,
if nothing is said, it becomes real.
how awful, what delight when all it takes
everyone thrives under great weather,
everyone smiles when the world smiles,
everyone wants utopia without a threat to that fantasy,
everyone is in the best of moods when the news is favorable to them,
everyone is confident when they are the customers,
everyone can be gracious when power tilts in their favor,
a lapse in judgement comes about
when the waves hit.
what force, coldness enters the bones,
vertigo and then blank.
try to recite those proverbs,
try to go by general rule of thumb,
hell, pain, suffering, gone mad
the rabbit hole widens, becomes a jaw
slamming shut.
doors closed, red light and needing to pee
and there are no toilets around,
a traffic jam,
crisscross, vexed, perplexed the 3 passerby: lilith, pug and val
fell upon the artifact counterfeit
and one became bemused, another crackled with laughter while
the last said surely this be quite obvious, my echoes,
fakeness shimmered, sipped, swam down the river it seems
past cracks, sank into deeper earth for the mind is layers of layers,
new born eyes like sponge, absorbs
love and hate alike:
a baby cries, screams, grows to become
child of spotted dots, still largely innocent
though the first frown suggest
a knowledge that a white lie told is above