My eyes are now open. By Aaron Ace Cook
so he said
whats so illusive
about dreams
they linger
like smoke
through your entrails
I said
they are elusive
you can't touch them
they don't exist
a joint shared
nothing exploded
he chewed mushrooms
he laughed
your smoke
are coloured spirals
through your entrails
we became butterflies
then little pinpricks
of light
we crashed and slept
dreaming of illusive dreams
and coloured entrails
sunsets and sunrises
became one
like rainbows after rainsDrugs make me a zombie resistant to ache.
Restricting the emotion that causes my pain.
I sit here alone so I don't corrupt anothe soul.
I drown my sorrows with agave to forget that I am an junky. Time to close That door for Good.Its very hard to see things when you’re blind
Its even harder when you’re blind and blind drunk
Add to that a heady mix of ecstasy and cocaine
Constipation, haemorrhoid pain and ear ache
And things can appear unusually strangely weird
Once upon a house on fire:
I saw a mist cloud of black cherry blamange
It was engulfed by blackcurrant jelly smoke
I could hear the crackle of peanut brittle
The snap of pinkly green Blackpool rock
I could hear the hiss of marshmallow gas
As molten snickers vented liquid toffee
Sherbert flames licked round a lollipop
As Gummi bears screamed for ice scream
Rather than jumping to the relative safety
Of blankets held buy chocolate alligators
No sign of the elephant in the room brigade
I watched with horror and hilarity as the
Sweetie shop apple crumbled and fell down
As the candy stripe alarm clock went off
Aaron open your Eyes. Heres your new Life.
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