Poem Drinking

Today I drank a poem of the deadliest nightshade
I drank a poem and today slowly decayed
I collapsed to the floor, still looking at the sky
I caught the sun from the corner of my eye
A beautiful flower seeded hallucinogen
Through it’s petal I was able to see again

To see the rainy, city nomads, chase around in my dreams
In search of a place where all is not as it seems
Where the weeping willows continuously cry
And the babbling brooks blather blatant lies
Where all the dogs are dragons, and the dragons are gods
And clever little alchemists change them back to dogs

My mind now closely resembles a grim Pandora’s box
Locked inside are Hansel and Gretel and Goldilocks
Locked in there lights flash without a sound
Jack's gruesome giant rattles the ground
And four grey specters dressed in a grey shroud
Move across it's form, a courtly crowd

With the ladies in waiting in their studded crimpelene
Following a fashion that verges on obscene
But the dogs chase away the ladies in waiting
And the four grey spectres begin dissipating
When the alchemists conjure more dragons only children appear
An ardent case for chaos is the strongest fear

So the little children pray to the dogs of sin
Somewhere a quiet door opens and a solar system stumbles in
Then I find myself on the edge of a universe
Being driven away in a large black hearse
Speeding in the arms of some lonely satanic nurse
To face a fate of even worse
Relativity was never a mistake
It just does not apply in this ethereal state