lids down to be sober
apart for the kick
psychedelic sanity in a flick
all works done in silence
retrieve my faith, my science
the scene begins with a man
tall, tangible, commenting on Lacan
and the Lord says “apart”
and I elevate to ethereal eternal
each powerful pounding on my panickingly pacing pulse
my chest drops to a delving deep down
no parachute
I see Icarus with his melting wings
so I collect the wax and make my own
I tint them with specks of stardust
and swim through the lake of lust
my mind is invaded by a new host
hallelujah for the newly hailed
your words become my new bible
sacred, secret, sedated
the illicit illusion illustrated
in the glowing crimson on my cheek
I see a broken halo above your head
all but one color has fled
silver for the seething scene
of you baptizing my dusted wings clean
the hymns are dull and ungrateful
it lacks the rhyming of our names
as delicate as paper flowers and kindling flames
the eyes I see are shades of teal
with strikes of turquoise dark as steel
transfixed on the lightning ground
but when you raise your eyes at me
the gaze turns empty and opaque
twin chasms where nothing ever wakes
you part your lips and it slithers out
tongue like snakes and fangs stake out
yet I keep my steady gaze
and walk into a gloomy maze
where you are crowned to be king
of vines and lilies dead and blooming
your throne is a broken headstone
written in an obscure ancient language
of the seers and the gypsies
all praised with pious prayers
“hallowed by thy name”
elixir of life you offer
and I gladly drink
to be your queen in this eccentric land
with hall-less hollow grand
a kiss on the palm
a kiss on the neck
a lick on the cheek
and the sky turns red
and the smell of blood is everywhere
as you become my lungs’ very air
the leaves are cracking under our feet
as you lean down to me greet
my heaving chest and down towards
for the forbidden reward
and the Lord says “close”
and I am alone again