said glutton to my face

when asked.

why. such feast before me,

and they call me a vice –

profanity indeed

then i solemnly nodded my head

while on a sugar rush, the salt made me dizzy,

the alcohol wuzzy,

fuzzy,

dang. i thought.

and clutched my old pal lust

as i tried to clear my brain, addled

felt. right. what towering flowers, what mighty

armor as i rode on unicorns with devil’s horn

eyes grinning, a wicked tongue flicked out

and the sky went black.

oh jolly i wept,

sarcastically to more friends

as they came to comfort me

you see i was seeing

things too much to the left!

move here, they said

and greed gave a wink.

i tried to be in the middle

so many friend giving me

their 2 cent’s worth,

and i really did not want to bother

them too much, i mean

we all shoulder our own problems right?

then. i fell into a deep slumber where feast turned to worms,

my insides churned and heaved as i tried to puke out those horrid

wiggles, ah choooo i sneezed and out came the dizziness, the fuzziness

though the scars remained of lust and my other hellish kindreds who

knew me so very well. a little nudge, a little whisper, a little compromise

and there i was sliding once again from that great eternal blue –

into the sickly green still waving, churning, i hate sea sickeness

though the bumps, up and down, they felt like an old familiar song

of a cradle, a comfort once tasted, now bland.

and the middle?

i swung to the right,

to pride,

to lies,

to half truths,

for sensing is believing

for highs give their own

versions of truth.

till i crashed

when the unicorn’s horns broke into two!

behold,

a lucid nightmare

where old pals

left me high and dry.

it’s time to part,

they said,

when i felt my soul

lightly touch ground.

and it felt nothing like

feast, high, drunk, or sweetness, fake love or salt

ah yes, i forgot to

elaborate: it’s always been fake, it’s told actually

from kindreds who

showed me the contract. aye, aye

i nodded

while blinking. who cares

of the end when the fun ride has just

begun?

bump, bump –

land ahead.

then spirits faded

and the water bled dry.

i counted my scars, my deeds, my thoughts, my life

for it is clear

as day what took place.

a lucid dream,

a fevered dream

a hellish fiend

who comes as a fried speaking truth,

and truth never saved

i said.

sweat broke out,

as i fought with my other half,

kindred spirits called from depths ancient

then i called them by their name,

each and everyone one –

i know you!

i see you, i hear you.

and feast, merriment, honey, salt and savor

cringed under the pressure,

when land ahead surfaces

from treacherous wanders,

hot, livid, scorched

from volunteers throwing free will into boiling oil,

how it sizzles, burns, eats, munches

for feast, merriment, honey, salt and savor

lived – as gods, idols, i thought was me.

not a puppet played,

a heart that is lost, strayed, betrayed

and kindred spirits they bide their time,

like hungry wolves

and the trophy prize: the carrot.

wobbled.

sizzled.

the water bled dry.