A Trip: Bought and Sold by James BlaylockA Trip: Bought and Sold
the mescalin had you racing through
so many visions of wild tambourines,
the dancing devils were red in color
but their fake smiles all glowed black
this wasn't a trip worth taking after all;
you'll realize in hindsight of fuel and ill,
but after that very last imp walks out
your mind's door - you can then move,
and hopefully you'll not need
another sickening reminder...
5-16-11
james kenneth blaylock
05/18/2011
Posted on 05/19/2011 Copyright © 2025 James Blaylock
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/23/11 at 05:28 PM ...a great write; scary trip, eh? how'd you 'memeber all that?nhahahahahaha |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/27/13 at 04:25 PM You've described a very scary place. I really like the "fake smiles that all glowed black", "that very last imp", and especially what the "wild tambourines" make me envision. |
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