Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I was swimming
the ocean of unconsciousness
that always turns chartreuse
and touches the face of jupiter

next minute
i was underwater
trying to make my way to the surface
where sunlight shines like cosmic tiki torches

my head popped through to kiss
a mermaid wearing coral lipstick,
danced on the barrier reef careful
not to do any damage to plant life and her tail

I was flush in hearts
but the winning hand was royal and straight
I woke up on the sofa thirsty
for sun-tea sweetened with agave

damn, only 4 minutes passed
and I felt like a new man burned
in the exhilaration of a peyote afternoon,
drug-free and rested, yet high as the moon

the poem sounds like an Ace High Straight Flush

I've always been fascinated by these mescal visions we have each night - where the impossible is mundane, where past and present intertwine like in the movie "Arrival"..... my dad still lives, I'm still in school, my kid brother is still 15, and I live in an amalgam of all the houses I grew up in... sadly, I've never been able to nap (except for the summer I injured my back, when I spent 2 wks stoned out on Percoset....) - can't seem to switch it off. Or maybe my morning vat of coffee has something to do with it.....