Of Timothy Leary

The two sat on the black tarred roof,

feet dangling from the edge, eyes hanging

on the sky. Chemicals on their tongues,

colorful paper confusing their thoughts.

Tasting purple and seeing in grape.

 

With Dark Side of the Moon and mirrors,

their faces pulled and dragged in shadows

of their souls. And the walls quivered, so they touched

the glass and watched their faces ripple.

 

In rainbows, prisms stretched across their minds.

The day was thick, the August air almost chewy.

Staring down, imaginations exploding,

 

the clouds and sky and horizon melt

into the cracked asphalt beneath their feet.

Reviews

[CatOfOrion]

The abstract imagery was very appealing and your diction ran smoothly with the fluency; thus really sewing the piece together as a whole. It was a beautiful piece of work!

[Susanna F]

Your descriptions in this are amazing, the surreal and reticent mood really come alive. I have no experience with the subject matter, but it feels real. Good job.