Nostalgic stories and saccharine seconds of eternity,
so aesthetic.
In a crackling cold,
barely veiled concrete basement
whippets and cigarettes
cloak the "potpourri" and dank scents.
Bath salt sparks
tinge reality with a synthetic synergy
stimulating the Ohio atmosphere
into a frenzied, elation-filled, intermediary
point of poignancy.
Peachy keen emotions of golden
mellowed friendship, ripened to the point
of flawless comfort.
Robo trip stories
and hard drug tales end in
Narcotic binges,
falling in and out of others...
Methadone hangovers and wet whiskey dreams,
sour patch straw jager-filled candies
POP you in the brain-
cerebral awakenings.
Ring-shaped puffs waft,
buzz apparatus',
flavored exhausts.
Smoke art is destroyed
in pursed lips and hot breath streaming forth.
Transversality runs rampant
and Rorschach whisks inkblots
into poisoned butterflies and moving pictures
with a nebulous, ambiguous quality.
Barbed wire nights of High Life
and Rolling Rock,
losing acuity in 151
with helium voices echoing
through laughs lost in the twilight.
Carbonation fizzles
slippery and wet
down your throat and
sizzles within your veins.
The contours of perception are amorphous
and sagacity is gained.
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