Trips Poem by Gary Diamond

Have you ever felt time stand still and then appear to run forwards and backwards
Simultaneously?
Did you ever see a painting of a tea clipper on the wall
Melt and fade into spinning circles like watching several washing machines
Take a seperate tile of the painting, dissolve the whole thing
And then put it back again?

Did you ever look down at your instrument or your remote control,
Then while concentrating on it
See multi-colour fractals dancing from the frets and the buttons
Then disappear like wisps of smoke on the breeze when you blink?

You must remember that one day, listening to that one song
There was a note that spoke to your very soul.
The music got inside your head and set up a nest there.
Now when you hear it sober some of the lustre went away.

Have you ever remembered something
And the memory was so sweet that at the same time
You had the sensation of eating strawberries with sugar and cream?

If any of these things sound alien to you.
Perhaps you missed out.
Although you might have been on many more continents on me.
You could have had more fun right here
Tripping.

Tripping.