on this excursion, this time around
Zanex Queens
running from perceivable pains
created in their safe fake hauntings
daunting smiles
flaunting delusions
sticking empty syringes
in their psyche
sucking dry
the last vestiges
of their sanities
who’s there
speak
speak i say
art thou but another ghost
whispering lies
about a truth
my vision is transmuting
moving
in kaleidoscopic shapes
and colors
playing tricks
with my contextual understandings
of reality
like a bad aAcid Trip
i become God
that i may stand
immovable
from my removable
and soothable
reverent fears
that which i behold
in the mirror
of dreams i can’t remember
perhaps i should have chosen
if i could
one of those other pills
the Red One
The Blue One
but i chose none
for i am in love
and having some transient fun
with those Zanex Quwwns
and i don’t want to miss a thing
on this excursion, this time around
©1 April 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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