tripping on pot
going backwards. body moving. electrified. electrocution. energy pulsing up
down along inside. new reality. a blanket. no, a body. have to dispose of the
body. so i pick it up. slouched over my back. carry it to the river. moving
across the room. hunched. blanket/body. shouldering. next room. i throw the
body into the river. people wake up as the blanket hits them. the mattress they
were lying on. next reality. jo coming in to see if im alright. her face.
melts away. morphs into a cop. blue uniform. the squats being busted. shit.
running into the living room again. reality. jane. jo. raven. four hits of
pot. skunk. kneeling. watching janes face. rocking in and out. i stand up and
am surfing. the waves around me. rocking the surf. wipe out and i jump to a
desert. silks desert. when she trips. then out again across a half dozen
realities.
the fountain coke cup suddenly multiplies. now four on the shelf. with little
white legs. doing a chorus line dance. then jumping. off the shelf into
oblivion. one by one. more hallucinations. realities. and every once in a while
i jump into the one i started in. mydian squat. smoking pot with john and
randy. i go to sleep that night with realities still flashing through my mind.
yet less intense. i know how it is to trip on pot. and it is time to quit
for a while.
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