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memories from the acid house

Raz

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In an igloo made of asbestos and chicken-wire.
huddled on a chair
glad for once to be short
and wishing only that it would be nice to retract further
to curl up like a cat
and hide there a while
from my realigning brain chemistry

i take what i can get though
and don't fret the details
besta's on the couch
spun is on the tv
and the ugliest room in the world
is covered in dead glowsticks and lolly wrappers

kirra's in her room
where she waits on her own
for this part of the weekend
which is closer to monday
to be done with itself
one more time

it's always like this
once the party's over
our weird not-family
learning to be normal again
while the walls stop warping from acid
and we bide our time
till it all starts again
same time
next week.
 
47 views and no comments for this is absolutely criminal.

It brought back a hell of a lot of empty, sideways Sunday morning/afternoons...

My favourite thing about it is its voice, which seems almost chemically altered itself, and thus both fragile and accepting of the circumstances, as though it has no energy or serotonin left to consider an alternative.

I really think you could extend this one further to become a somewhat more comprehensive 'come down' poem, possibly with some more tastes sounds and smells... well at least the lack of them.. haha. Great piece.
 
I really like this. Don't have much more to say beyond that, I think it's really great. It captured the group and atmosphere really well.

well done :)
 
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