Robert Colascione
Mar 28, 2011

Finally, I now know death
          Albeit a resurrection
Eight red pills began the dissection
         Of my finite ego.
Scions of a different kind gain momentum
          Finding love's erosion
Corrupting my conscience
          A trip was in order.
A dizzy Carnival,
          The calliope muted
                            As decorated stallions dance
My recklessness reaches its peak
           So what the hell?
A soothsayers sorry signal as
           The venomous vixen gyrates,
My eyes bleed with regret.
As the chemicals persuasive grip subsides,
            The trip done,
A schizophrenic clarity remains,
My heart empty
My essence renewed

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