DARE to keep your bunny off drugs!

Violent pink space kitty
Caught in the tri-beam haze
The marching matchsticks dance about you then
Collapse into Buddha’s stereophonic smile
Spiraled vortex simultaneously approaching and receding
As we roll over the psychotropic hills
A jagged finger of lightning stabs
Into the coruscating puddle of color
Sparking life

No, to answer the question that has undoubtedly risen to the forefront of your mind, I have not been singing “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”, the only mushrooms I have eaten lately have been portabella, and the doctor has not prescribed something which I have been told by various people at various times that perhaps I should look into. I was just watching the “visualizer” on my iTunes as it belted out “Blame it on the Bossa Nova” by Eydie Gorme and then “Future Proof” by Massive Attack (I have eclectic taste in music; deal with it). As I watched the exquisite dance of colors, lines, and shapes I was inspired, no compelled, to write the poem. I enjoyed writing it; you are not required to enjoy reading it. Although, I will say I am currently enduring the sensation of bugs crawling on my skin, a sensation which is not chemically induced but rather stems from the fact I have just finished mowing the lawn, and the actual bugs that crawled on my skin as I mowed before I gently brushed them away. Oh, and no one will believe you if you tell them that I am actually that kind. Mwah hah hah.