I pluck stars out of the sky
With long, bony fingers
And crush them with my divine
Mortar and pestle.
Illusion seizes all sight
As stardust flies,
Like a bullet from a pistol
Deep into my left nostril.
Destroying the cranium,
Deploying the alien.
Everything is make believe-
Hallucinations;
Mixing, blending,
Seeping, bleeding.
The world is an image,
Just a little too blurry-
Fuzzy, with your thumb intruding.

-SLuR