psychic dynamic

Assimilating similies down the mountains frown, where gravity can hold my eyes,

and never let me down.

Give and take, the drugs the mouths,

like poison to the vine.

Where secrets spew in regurgitation

or a cleansing of the mind.

Reviews

[Thomas Skahill]

Another beautiful poem. I would say the first line could be two and there should be a comma after drugs but that's just me. I really like how you end the poem, It gives it a real sense of completion.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

intriguing write... The first two lines had me. i enjoyed the concepts that i am now playing at, short and dramatic poem...well done.

[dukovan]

thanks so much!
I wrote this one before morning coffee.
I feel like spit balling a few more out, now that I have some.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

haha, well you should refrain from your morning coffee if this is what it produces... but if caffeine creates more brilliance in larger bounds then by all means... drink up.