The plane takes my mind,
But leaves my body on the ground.
Cartwheels dance across my screen,
It’s creativity that I’ve found.

My body begins to melt
From the inhale of the smoke.
The joint slips out of my hands,
And floats down the Roanoke.

I don’t know where I am,
Nor what I am perceiving.
I look to my left with paranoia,
Everything that I view is deceiving.

The thump of my heart
Steadily floods into my ears.
The activation of the amygdala
Nearly brings me to tears.

I bring my attention
To the seam of my pants.
But the floor is turning into cheese…
What if there are ants!

I think of a tune
That always seems to calm me down.
Queue the classical bluegrass,
I begin to drown.

I need to get back inside,
I wonder if I smell.
Three hours have passed,
And I’m high as hell.