Acid

Brooding
Shooting flowers
Shooting stars
With dreams
In reality
The duality
Is false

Breaking
Breaking chimes
Filling wines
In perfectly round
Glasses
Glasses made of
Mischief and blood
Studded in
Perfectly round rings
That always are
Too small for her fingers
Given
Given away
As a sign of love
Signs only point
To the places
That they know

Know
Knowing is an art
Like perceiving
Listening
Seeing is
It involves souls
And spirits
That fall out of glasses
And into your minds
And let loose
The suppressed

Suppressed
Are the volcanos
Once dormant in time
Following rules
Like fools
Reflecting on their screens
With wonder while they
Read this

Read this
Read that
Eat this
Eat that
See this
See that
That's all they'd say
Pouring on you
Like the rain
That gets you sick
The first rain
Acid rain

Acid.