PLUMMET
Falling through stained glass floor
in holy water men's room trough
the faces of loved and wanted ones
flash by me with carnival light wonder.
None of them offer hands
as I stumble down rabbit hole
barely grasping magic mushroom drops
luminous with chemical angel faces.
The insect demon wings brush my face
as horned toad devil glares me down
under blanket of moss dyed rainbow
by crayon shavings from a thousand dead genius children.
But before dirt can claim me...
Before water table rises...
Before god boys can grasp me...
I float,
fly,
plummet up out of kaleidoscopic tunnel of death.
And I can just see the light
before silent peace wakes me.
Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 12, 2006