It's Kicking In

1 of 3 poems written at Apogeae

It's Kicking in, thick is thin

Spic is Span, there's twisted sands

In lands of vivid views, and crazy 

cribbage crews, I'm sifting through

Drifting, floating, lifting through

Coasting, trails of light roasting

My eyes, posted in tie die vibes

And thigh highs, what's real?

I'm numb, what's "Feel?" a crumb

A fragment of sound from a pounding drum

I'm spitting seeds that grow trees with no leaves

Just branches of thought, avalanches of rotten

Tantric semantics, in my optics

When grimm is grin

I think it's kicking in