FWUMP! And a gasp. What the f-…

My thoughts blur around me
Shoals of vivid colour and incomplete thoughts
My heart threatens arrest and drums beat.

Hands fly out as if to catch
me before I fall again
Just soft duvet and…fur?

The dog? Right! THE DOG!
My overly attached shirt hugs my back
As the overly attached me hugs the
dog.

Madonna was there, and so was Brittany Spears
Dancing like only 90’s babes know how.
The tie-dye dance floor made the trips seem tame
And the 3D reality turned sound into the touch of
zero gravity.

A black limo oozed from between the waves of psychedelics
The window glimmered the black of money and power.
The Bratz? What the fu-…
Overly sized lips laughed at my frown.

Do you ever get that feeling that
The plummeting sensation when falling asleep
is just you standing up? In bed. Then collapsing.
A cruel joke the psyche plays on the physical.

As f the body is to marionet, and the mind
The puppet master.
A game of “Tag, you’re dead!” ha ha.
What the ****…

Such wonderful sleep, in such wonderful dreams.