New Vision

A lyrical poem.

New Vision

In deep red rivers of my innards
Float flying saucers, minimized
Blazed in burnt-sienna sheen
Candied… solid nitro-glycerin
They are flying saucers, maximized

Which, through wispy waifs of nimbus glide
Rending recesses, myself beside

Sixteen small skittles, red as my blood
Fall into acrid ponds and dissipate
Where my temple does appropriate
Brand new red vision, bathed in crimson

Befuddled crimson pharma-vision