Pocket

Two eyes stare 

at your unmoving frame 

with Arrogant assurance 

of your utter 

Captivation.

Meanwhile, a third eye 

stares through your dry soul, 

Disdainfully regarding the dusty wasteland.

Come, it beckons,

you pitiful child.

Today I will broaden your 

Diminutive, 

Mortal mind. 

I know that you are eager to experience my majesty.

Who wouldn’t be, when your life is so plain. 

So come, come inside.

you step through a portal

to a plane almost beyond your comprehension. 

the ability to perceive this melodious amalgam 

is a precious gift you are most grateful for.

The world moves at once 

too fast and half a second slow

A veritable battalion of colour 

Bombards your vision 

From left, right, up and down 

Diagonally and topsy-turvy 

Behind and beyond 

The air in your lungs 

is replaced with 

Brilliant absurdity 

that makes the scene flash with every pump of your 

Rejuvenated heart 

I am Everything 

you ever wanted, it says

Not unkindly 

Like an emperor in their finest robes.

You blink back into reality forever changed,

Still phasing in and out of this pocket dimension

Trying to inhale the subsiding smoke from the magic mushrooms

And swatting at mutant butterflies

You stare back at those orange eyes

already thirsting for another taste. 

You think it raises a judging windowsill at you.  

Come, come inside.

You step through the portal.