Chasing The Green Fairy

A Poem by murray

a surreal description of Absinthe

All the colors emanate from the beat of the dragons breath

sticking his tounge in the empty of my eyes

strangling sight

frothed with the fiend

he pumps the green fairy into flight

she swims in the rush of coporeal pools

that stream through the poppy fields of stoned minds

stripping the sky of its white

to walk on their streets of millions of miles

feeding the fires spell

that brings the emerald tide

hallowed

crawling from this balcony of flesh

I lose all steps

as the ground moves in reverse

& all fall by the rips that tear into the fabric of the ditch

slipping into the voyage of lucidity

calling out to the maiden of Absinthe

to blanket me in the stretched of flavors dreams

keeping this ride obscene

all for the pleasure of her company.