dimethyltryptamine.

never to let that green cold light
shine upon your skin
no judging eyes peering through the
glass past the clotted red and
orange the light filters through
the defensive tissue the judging eyes
see the white glowing squeeze
between the finger the cold water
runs between the islands of white
coagulated the stench of thin fabric dipped
in glue and left alone in the corner of
the box seen ten years away
the taste rings true as does the pink
glow encased burning suddenly the life
between the finger tips that gingerly
suffocate its admission scalding the recesses
within the fiber of hypocrites it festers and
emerges renewed and as
overjoyed jaded as those
orange eyes cry consumed in the white filth
it glows in the cold green light
overheating from the nurture of a caress
undressed to fall into that illuminated
concrete wall and be remembered as a
slight smile flits across the faces of
the one who runs scalded scarred fingers over
the emerging gray
to discover that the orange flow
still shines past the eyes and falls softly
to the cool flatness of relief.

Author's Note

[one of those things that i spew out all at once. i would have no idea how to edit one of these except by deleting the whole thing.]
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[7.25.09]

Reviews

[Brett Hernan]

In twenty five characters or less I can only describe this poem as; spectacular!