Poems and Prose #49 - Bowed

I knelt down,
to pray inside my mind,
as the crowds passed by,
some silent,
some muttering,
some cackling with disdain,
and I knew then
what it was to be a human,
frail and alone.

When I stood up,
I brushed
the insect carcasses
off my knees
and resumed my travels,
the sun's gleam
now seeming more obtrusive.

Poems and Prose #48 - Brushed

Gasps escape,
the suddenly-still crowd
now encircling
a widening,
dark-red pool.

The street signs
jostle minutely
in the crisp
autumn wind,
the words
printed thereon
seeming less and less
descriptive
by the second.

Poems and Prose #47 - Above

Gliding over all,
the sorcerer waves his wand
and manifests a glowing ball,

standing ninety-nine feet tall,
casting a diffuse shadow
over all the things that crawl,

darkening the malls
and the stores and the pubs
and the miles and miles of concrete
that pave the vast, suburban hall,

his breath sternly stalled,
as he strokes his flailing beard
while hard sheets of raindrops fall,

his eyes like a reclining doll's,
seeing everything an eye could see
and a few things in between,
the sole soundtrack a cacophany
of disparate, soft crows' caws.

Poems and Prose #46 - Quiver

There, ahead,
I see the gleaming pool,
the cool,
refreshing dish of water
carved into
the desert moundside.

I lick my blistered lip
and imagine myself
taking a tiny sip,
then a gulp,
then a guzzle,
then drowning
as my lungs fill
with liquid.

Now I turn to walk
the other way,
for I know
no drop of water
could match the
delectability
of those I've just
virtually imbibed,
and I'm in no mood
for disappointment.

Poems and Prose #45 - Antidote

The flask sweats
as it sits, motionless,
on my desk,
the air's moisture
draping its skin
as its contents
grow in warmth.

I reach toward it,
then pause,
the room's silence
serving as a
makeshift,
minimalist soundtrack.

The fleeting silence breaks,
and the mumbling
and the clatter
and the creaky creaks
of the world beyond
the room's walls
increases in volume
once again,
and I extend my arm
further.

The Seedy Side

Seeing as how this is a personal blog, I figured I would actually post something related to a personal experience I had for a change. My life is pretty boring, generally speaking, so this is somewhat unusual.

I'm an occasional drug user. Yeah, I guess that's not really an amazing revelation. Generally speaking, I only really indulge in cannabis, but I've had the chance to ingest a variety of drugs (except for hard stuff like heroin, cocaine, and all the "bad" drugs that DARE warned me not to even glance at lest I become immediately addicted and destroy not only my life but the lives of everyone within a 20-mile radius of my person.)

For the unaware, the seeds of the morning glory plant contain a chemical called lysergic acid amide. If that sounds somewhat familiar, it's because it is similar in chemical makeup to another substance called lysergic acid diethylamide, or LSD, a powerful hallucinogen. LSA differs from LSD in a few key ways -- for instance, LSA isn't nearly as powerful as its chemical cousin, and it has more of a sedative effect than LSD, which is a stimulant in addition to a psychedelic.

The Heavenly Blue variety of the morning glory flower

Seeing as how LSA is found in the seeds of the morning glory plant (and said seeds can be procured easily, from any lawn-and-garden store), it's not difficult to imagine that people will use it recreationally. Thus, I imagined myself taking LSA in a recreational fashion. A couple of years ago, I purchased a sizable batch of morning glory Heavenly Blue seeds (I believe it was 2,000 or so), anticipating that I would eventually consume them and experience the effects. Below is a recounting of said experience.

I typed this up as a submission to the fantastic Erowid's "trip report" archive. I'm not sure if it will be accepted and lodged into their archives, but I figured I would post it here as well for curious readers of my blog (whatever that small number is.) This is identical to what I submitted, with a few minor formatting changes. The report is after the break.

Approximately 400 Heavenly Blue seeds

Poems and Prose #44 - Amplitude

I'm buffeted by a whistling gale,
as I hunch forward,
trying vainly to lower my profile.

My skin turns red,
then purple,
then blue,
the epidermis
slowly ceding to the dermis,
and the chapping chill
growing warmer
with each moment.

It's hard to keep my eyes open,
but I can see an object
just up ahead
in my brief glimpses.

I hope it's shelter,
or, if nothing else, a deep ravine.