sleep of a sort
induced chemically
tunnel of light
growing smaller
and smaller
the visible world
in extruded distortion
pulled thin through
a long slender straw
colors flowing
like liquid at speed
swirling tight
tiny rainbows
aswim with grim faces
that race along
moving too fast
to at last become
recognized
menacing laughter
accompanies
noise of machines
breathing in
breathing out
all the light now
reduced to a pinpoint
as somewhere below
knife and sawblade
are felt dully cutting
this body who
came here reluctantly
wanting no more
but receiving much less
than a far too long
truant experience
sweet painless peace
Graphically unsettling . . .
LikeLiked by 1 person
as was my intent
LikeLike
Unfortunately I can identify.
LikeLiked by 1 person
sorry to hear that
LikeLiked by 1 person
Somewhere twixt 1960’s dreamland and growing old sits this amazing assortment of emotional musings. Fine, fine poem
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks kindly, mike
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on tuyitola's Blog.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
LikeLike
Excellent! I love the word extruded. Extrudable. Extruding.
LikeLiked by 1 person
much appreciated
LikeLiked by 1 person
This reminds me of psychedelia, and the way the poem integrates with the image is admirable
LikeLiked by 1 person
appreciate your observations
LikeLike
Gnawing in my mind
LikeLiked by 1 person
it can have that effect, I suppose
LikeLiked by 1 person
“Wanting no more but receiving much less”. Sad commentary of hopelessness.
LikeLiked by 1 person
alas…
LikeLike