Magical smog & fumes
beckoned me inside
the boulevard of palaces
Ahh...psychedelic Organism.

Tremulously,
the chandelier falls on me.
I wake up & grab my bottle of whiskey
& Look around!

The scent of
high neuroticism
& low openness
stinks harder in the people.

Reality is repellent.
Dreams are seductive
even as I was dying.