Late nights and early mornings;
The air is heavy with the scent of sickly sweet smoke.
Dim lights – or just blurred vision?
Heavy techno blaring in the background.
I feel great, do you?
In the background is Nirvana and giggling,
You’re whispering in my ear.
It smells like teen spirit and cigarettes. And,
Are those cabinets really melting?
We’re locked in our ivory tower,
an asylum for the reality-deprived.
The room is too small for the people in it,
there is nowhere to sit. So,
Sit on my lap – I do.
The air tastes like honey and the water smells crisp.
How do you feel?
I feel great. Indestructible; unfading; imperishable.
How about you?
Beyond these four walls,
it’s hard to remember that life exists
So lost in our castle in the sky.
A permanent hallucination where
Everything is beautiful and nothing is wrong.
I see trails; I smell tea; I taste plastic; I hear blissful pandemonium.
Do you want more?
More ecstasy?
Yes - I want this ecstasy forever.
A drug in the form of naïve delight.
Escaping reality has never tasted so good.
2010