Astral Flowers

Totally trippy, dude!!

in the twisted purple metropolis,

he partakes of the acid tablet

for the first time,

releasing the drumalescent

sounds into the

caliginous night...

picking astral flowers

from neighboring galaxies,

he drifts upon

nucleic waterfalls,

where he cannot distinguish

between realities

and nightmares.

clocks move in sequence

along the spiral staircase

tunnel,

listening for saxophonic

echoes, like

buddla-diddla-cutlassoomm

WHOOMP

in the riftapleasure

hallway.

but soon he has forgotten

which doorway was behind him,

because they multidivinate

and disappear,

as if by magician's wand.

the magic eye sees all,

through storms of angel dust

pursuing him through forest waves

upon the ancient mirror glass...

he wishes to find an exit from the 

demonolithic cloud,

but he cannot speak tornado,

or travel through time upward...

thus his spoonship sails

infinitely through wormholes

untilllll

tilllllll

illll

he

is

AWAKE!

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

O.o
ahhhh ! I'm with you, Eric... lol

I love the spaced out feel that I get from reading this... like we are heading into a neon galaxy!
I've been there.. it's a trip indeed! ;)
Sometimes we need a little lift into Magic Land (kids cover your ears and close your eyes, you didn't hear this from me) lol

Nicely done!... a fun read! XX :)

[Eric Pudalov]

Thank you Robbie! Yes, I'd cover the kids' ears too, but I suppose they'll find out eventually. :-)

[Shirlena]

I think it's divinely metaphorical, unique and slightly darker, which doesn't take away from it at all. I like that you created a nightmare with musical touches. It's a stunning atmospheric write. I wish my own night mares were less threatening and intimidating and more like this Eric :)