“I have ascended above the roof of heaven;
I have descended to the center of the earth.”
I have contemplated the quiet sound of blue,
And the soothing, assertive tones of green;
The rich, pompous organ music of purple
And the swift, tinkling New Age piano of yellow
Are my constant companions.
I have contemplated in endless gelid autistic silence
Photons of sunlight in their incoherent flight;
I have seen rainbows erupt from my CD player, vivid like an uppercut to the jaw.
My lover’s skin reeks like French vanilla ice cream when my fingers touch her;
Leaves tinkle like wind chimes in the breeze.
My blood tinkles and rushes in my capillaries and my veins
Like a waterfall, exhaling clouds of pellucidity into the air like gasoline vapor;
The smell of pizza I can shape like hot taffy.
LSD? What’s that?
Logic turns and twists upon itself like soft pasta shaped by invisible chefs;
I have a million emotions no one has ever experienced, let alone named.
I burst, I swell, I explode like an egg in a microwave
With the wonder of my being.
I bubble obscenely with the joy of life.
God rings my skull like a carillon;
Proportion fluctuates crazily.
I see black radio waves bathing and caressing me like a betraying lover.
Infrared is oxblood; above the visible light band is pale yellow, then blue, and at last indigo shading to black.
The entire electromagnetic spectrum is mine to command
And to obey.
Faintly, I hear galaxies dying,
And the agonized cockroach fumbling of invisible trapped souls.
My thoughts are a radiant field leaping violently out from me;
Dan Rather’s expression holds secrets only I am privy to.
How long can I keep this deliciousness from the world?
Copyright 2003 by Mark Andrew Holmes