tubes drain,
cerebrospinal fluid,
as the world rotates,
passing me by.

trapped in magic circles,
surrounded by pentagrams,
as magic spells are read,
off the labels of spaghettios.

lost in the pine smells,
as the plaid shirt and beard,
of the brawny man distract me,
his axe swings at my head.

secrets unspoken,
hidden,
meanings and pictures,
and waldo is apparent.

my crazy is showing,
I feel the breeze,
realizing I'm naked,
as my soul melts.