we used to get so high
now look at us
it is rather amusing to think
how you would ever be so
entertained by the littlest
and the grandest

your mouth as dry as the
Sahara
laugh attacks
now coupled
with panic attacks
it's all mind numbing
self fulfilling prophecy
of phonetic aesthetics
lingual wit or sonic poetry
the music of the eye becomes
the taste of a gourmet smelling
like our too familiar kind bud. Dank(e).
the subtle synthesia of senses emerges

we are no different now than we are same
as the all or none in one to us to him to her
it is all but trite contrived perceptions of the
elements and how they seem in our world.