Soul Psychedelia

My Poetry

Daredevil sparks, sociopathic indigo fizzing from my extraterrestrial, non-temporal bionic fingers
I am all colours outside your crazy-train spectrum
swirling and twisted, Azkaban demented
beyond borderline black and white
floating transcendent; chimerical dual existence

So fuck with me hard, I don’t care
because I will fuck back harder than your most suicidal night terrors
and all that remains is one empty psychedelic trip, compliments of Asmodeus
even ISIS will cower in awe –

Electric kool-aid my soul,
soil, dirt, muck, existential filth of choice
spoiled and split within your materiality,
tripping so hard within your wanton psychology
beyond basic functionality

I am the fucking queen bee
play with me, I dare.

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