I remember the night
I cracked.
Got the goods a few days earlier.
Paul Frank press,
3 Orange and 3 Green.
I'm told the orange
are stronger
Seems legit..
Most would take the advice
and take half a dose their first time -
amateurs.
Sometimes it's best to go full blown crazy.
Stops you from over-analyzing.
So I wash the monkey down
with a bit of OJ.
Lie on my bed,
and wait.
An engine has just started,
and is warming up in the cold.
Closed eyes create patterns never seen.
My skin has new memories
abiding and untold.
I think it's kicking in-
I did not get jipped.
The engine is fully warmed now,
but it feels like the ocean.
huge rolling waves of emotion
and heat
crash over my entire fragile being.
It probably almost killed me
to feel that good.
A friend of mine took the advice,
cut a pill in two -
had a mental breakdown,
and convinced himself he died.
I slowly wound up
paranoid
of everyone I knew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good depiction of hallucinating effects of drugs well depicted in the poem. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing.