Hallucinations

WMD By jfarrell Dressed in my fred flinstone trunks, Riding my silver surfer surf board; I crest the wave of fire, I crash into the wave of ice And howl in fury. That bloody unicorn’s got my bag of weed! I crash up against a barrier and feel myself enve

WMD

By jfarrell

 

Dressed in my fred flinstone trunks,

Riding my silver surfer surf board;

I crest the wave of fire,

I crash into the wave of ice

And howl in fury.

 

That bloody unicorn’s got my bag of weed!

I crash up against a barrier and feel myself enveloped,

Spider’s web spinning about me

Faster and faster…..

 

Damn…. this is a nifty looking space suit….

How does it work?

Of course!

Control panel on left arm (it’s in all the films).

 

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH…….

That unicorn ain’t getting away with my weed!

I rise over my black, silvery ocean of flu

And look around…

 

THERE!

At the epicentre….

There’s my bag of weed…

BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!

 

As I explode into a half dozen quick sneezes,

Which brings me to 2-3 minutes of coughing my lungs out…

I find the coffee I’m looking for and reach for it.

I can barely register the supermarket about me, my very empty basket.

 

A virus is at work in my body;

Recreating it’s nastiness and passing it on with my every breath;

But I still gotta do the shopping;

Haven’t eaten in 3 days.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

have you seen my unicorn? little fellow, black feathers, one shine horn..... and stolen bag of weed.... reward offered

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Hallucinations

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365 Day Challenge

 

Your shadows haunt me,
For I am the only one who sees them.

 

I see you everywhere,
You talk to me,
You tell me your wisdoms,
But you will not let me share,
For you will not show yourself except
To me.

 

I only wish everyone
Could understand,
As I do.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Unfortunately this will be my last 365 Day Challenge entry for a period of time, I have not been extremely happy with my writing on these topics and I will be searching for outside inspirations, and hopefully will return to continue it later.

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Black Cactus

In the desert for a week straight

dealing with the dead

a cemetary of lead filled strangers

horizantally dirt deep

 

That's when the water ran out

and the mind is fickle, friend

No oasis in this crisis

just a pale faced lot of fools

 

The others soon realized the end

was going to come sooner than later

and made peace with a peacemaker

or cat called the revolver's howl

 

I simply took to walking and weaving

in and out of cacti and tumble weed's disguise

I skipped past a mountain of lizards congregating

in top hat attire debating Tolstoy

 

Wolves came to collect me by dusk

but I walked with them for a spell

to quell the ambition and rumbling of

furry stomachs that whisper

 

I asked if they've lived here long

and what the neighborhood was like,

Much Crime? Land Value? Good Schools?

The smarter of the pack pursued me

 

Equippng a monacle he went into linguistics

going on to point out my tresspass

and the meanderings here were unsettling,

I raced on all fours in that case

 

"Try by the moon", the armadillo spat

"Try by the moon to be in tune with direction

less we now all forget that nature can detect you"

I raced still in nightfall guided by his words

 

I spy the soul of the desert in the nightsky

drowning stagnant feelings in adventure,

leading cowards to a cold grave

and embossing me in stasis

 

I'll run this race forever

 

 

 

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