i write my best poetry when i'm high on drugs
the endorphins in my brain, i mean...
maybe sometimes i mean the sensations in my body of

spinning

nausea

uncomfortable
shaking

i come to this conclusion every time
i fight the demons i've tried so hard to bury in graves deeper than six feet -

it doesn't ever get easier

there might be a "green flash" when the sunsets on the west coast over the ocean

but it's only for a moment

only enough time to see
once
(before you blink)

a phenomenon
that moment
of perfect
*******
timing

who knows if either of these things are real
or just a figment of our imaginations