Green Clouds # 1
The air smells salty, as if the ocean was but a kiss away
simmering sensations rotate over my head
like two red-hot branding irons hovering a hairsbreadth above my skull
beyond this comes the void,
Short, panting breaths of inexistence
sensations snatch at me as if I were their salvation
brushing only air as I transcend into the wind
dark tunnels with ice encrusted sides shimmering a pale white
Until they burst into close proximate reality
always seeming, never there
Rough itching shivers of roots twine down into my bloodstream
swishing my senses until laughs indicate guilt
Looks hide suspicion and knowledge of the crime
rings of echoing fear swirling in my sensibility
staining me with their lurking taint
the green clouds intoxicate me and open the floodgates
Of poetry and imagination
Repetitions of deja vu scriggle around
the cushy springs of sound in my eary hair
dissintigration, dissapearance of extraneous thought
to the joints of perceptive reality,
Shocking suspicions of soon-to-be.
Scurrying cursor across the wash of digital, prismatic jewels
of black, and green, and violet and yellow
Feels like Saturdays outside
Frozen faces of laughter and pain and spite
do you remember when we started smoking hatred
Or did we make it that way with our wars?
Against the tide of choice, they cannot win
poem by Poet Dragon
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