Monday, June 15, 2015

Sanitarium compositions #3

Another entry of poetry composed in a mental institution.


Psilocybin and Skeletons


Bleached curvature of bone
Jutting skyward
Toward the wayward crescent
Of the heavens,
As it runs,
Fettered by physics,
From the sun.
It speaks to me in foreign tongues
Babbling on about pasts
And futures alike.

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