On acid,
On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner! On Blitzen!
Wait, no!
On acid,
Colours of a rainbow in the snow
on a bow Gung-ho at the road show GI Joe
What?
On acid,
my brain at night
street lights dancing prancing in the mist
with a list of deformities,
“Es mortified!”
Es?
Wait, I speak Spanish now?
Moving on
On acid,
traveling stationary traveler
around the world in eighty days
that’s long isn’t that long?
Songs;
Yes, songs of life, love and purple doves splashing about in a luminescent pond.
Huh?
never mind…
On acid,
fuck it.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
