i listen to music,
pretty loud on my headphones...
but the sound
of a woman's voice,
crying...
   incubating my room?
******* unnerving!
i'm starting to love drinking
for the auditory
hallucinations...
am i at peace?
   does this sort of writing
appear to be of someone
freaking out?!
    love it to bits,
saves me the bias of
the chimp ingests
   hallucinogens and evolves
argument...
  the sound,
of a woman crying...
while drinking?!
2nd tier...
     unless you've drank
as much as i have,
in anti-social
circumstances...
   the **** is the case
with south american
hallucinogens?
   how about,
a proper English cider?!
no?!
      nuffin?!
**** me...
   auditory hallucinations
are the next best thing...
the sound of a woman
lamenting in the distance?
do i *******
live in a realm of lax of
excess colors?!
sure as **** i live in
a world of horse hoof echoes,
car engine trimmings,
the odd guitar solo,
and, the un astounding
concept of an echo!
     EARS! EARS! EARS *******!
the crows will gauge your,
eyes, out!
ha ha!
when it's auditory hallucination?
it translates as fear...
when it's optical hallucination?
a sudden... thrill!
   i don't mind fear...
kinda gets me a hard-on....
     first came the sound
of the word,
subsequently, the skeletal insurrection,
but later...
who could even consume
the project of a W O R D -
      with an exfoliation
of White Orange Red and sewer Drainage
liquidated brown?
     no one really explored
the auditory avenue of excesses...
no one has ever seemed afraid
to see beyond the sight of
the incubation of excess...
but, hearing outside the realm
of respectable concession?
   everyone loses their mind!
optic hallucination
     experimentation(s) are plain
and simple, simply understood...
but upon hearing a deviation?
   ooh ah! now we have ourselves
a ******* problem!
           you don't get to sit
comfortable, drinking more *****,
having just listened to
the crying of a lamenting woman,
akin to invigorating an Irish Wake...
calmly...
    and not freak out...
unless, of course...
       you're as certain of a vector,
a crow, protecting a grave,
and you...
  never, ever, inflated your
already acute sense of perception,
having it hyper-inflated with
south american hallucinogens.

you drink, and then you drop...
making summary of
the world with
that masterpiece:
   the death of the winged hussars...
by krzesimir dębski...

'ey... fonzie presto!