Have a nice trip (to be cont’d )

Honk sniffs loftily around the acid rabble

And fugitives of the night

You are are what you are

You will be what you will be

You are a cat

A duck

You are a tree.

You are a tree

So it came to pass

My feet sprang roots and burrowed through the earth

Cool dark drinking the dark earth’s nutrients

Beneath the lozenges of phosphorous street light

My hair became branches and reached for the indifferent stars

For their sad cold brightness

While the dark waves of madness

Washed up the shore of whoever I was

Before I was me