I never liked sex tripping
It’s too raw like stripping
Or watching a real murder
Conjuring electrified anger & horror

Spit on my face
Leaves not a trace
Of saliva lingering
Only faint dried trails of colors fingering
& caressing that space

Tales of the strange
No longer appear de-
Ranged shallow facades & fakeness
of people appear
Too real yet somehow not real
At all awful
too intense to bear
Maybe it is the fear
Hovering along the borders of madness
Maybe my dear
You fancy yourself a seer
Caught in some travesty
Too much knowledge can be fatal
Dis-
Ease of thought charades
In majestic guises
Strange aliveness
Splits off once again