Finding Reality Once Again

I tripped on acid
once
and spun
around
until
I turned into
the Tasmanian Devil
from those
damn cartoons
whirling
and twirling
until reality
was just a blur
I kept this up
for several years
until one day
I had to stop
mostly ’cause
I was thirsty
and then
I had twisted off
so far from here
that I had to start
spinning
the other direction
counterclockwise
I think it was
and I’m still
kind of dizzy
now a backwards blur
I’m trying
to pinpoint
exactly where
to stop
so I can find
reality once again
In full circle
I wonder
if I really want to
find it
or not

© 2011

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Once Was White

My mind is charred
Marshmallow in flame
Black it melts
Never the same

Once was white pure
Fluffy and soft
Embers of thoughts
Now linger aloft

Plenty of fuel
So much it won’t end
These thoughts, yes they burn
Scorch sizzle and singe

No chocolate to chase
No sticky or gooey
But crunchy black burnt
Flaky not chewy

Stuck on a hanger
To hang and to hang
Poked through the middle
Emotional pangs

Sitting on end
Releasing with smoke
Suffocates my sanity
Smothers and chokes

The fire it smolders
No, it will not die
And my mind the marshmallow
Continues to fry

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky