Trip

I am brain dead
slipping quietly
stumbling backwards
through a world of swirling colors
that my laughing gas mind cannot understand

I am a child
reeling with my arms outstretched
this is the only embrace that I can give
and I have nothing to give

I can't stop thinking and
the clouds keep spinning!
The ground below my staggering feet is shattering
from my jumping up and down.

Through secret doors
I whispered poison
and the canvas came to life
my artful words keep painting breaths.