today overlaps
dual-exposed
on the retinae
stretches all buses to double-deckers
and cupcakes rise in ghost wedding cake layers
my eyes are dreaming
though the body walks
awake
***Who knew a pharmacologic side effect could inspire poetry?
today overlaps
dual-exposed
on the retinae
stretches all buses to double-deckers
and cupcakes rise in ghost wedding cake layers
my eyes are dreaming
though the body walks
awake
***Who knew a pharmacologic side effect could inspire poetry?
What are you on SFAM that allows for the making of cupcakes, yet sees the ghost wedding cake? (love that)
LOL, Ambien!
Pole sana!
Imela, Noel ;
LOL @ your sidenote
and beautiful way of describing that side-effect! You almost make medication sound attractive! π
Hahaha–thank you!
Only you would/could make poetry from a drug side-effect. Hey. How about a who series of drug side-effect poems? π It’s lovely.
Hee, hee. Thanks, Alice! Vision is almost normal now. No more Ambien for me. Now, there are other side effects of that I am glad I didn’t have instead!
wonderful visions. I can understand the allure of hallucinogens. sounds like this was a good trip.
Thanks, Terry. Today, I can read again. Not worth the few hours of sleep I got, that’s for sure!
Har… probably can inspire a lot of things.
π it did, but could not read or write for a few days. Creepy stuff.
yikes…here is to hoping that passes for you…and hey at least you got a poem out of it…smiles.
Smiling back at you, Bri. Yep–took two days for that side effect to go away.
Just before I realized I needed to get glasses I was amazed at how especially beautiful the Christmas lights seemed. Turned out that I just needed glasses, and when I got them the lights didn’t look nearly as spectacular.
Bummer, isn’t it. I saw a gag on either Mad TV once, or possibly SNL where they had van Gogh’s art change dramatically overnight by giving him glasses π