On acid

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

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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