Night (Poem)

[psycosynthesis]

Midnight sublimation
blink into the couch
and the bass
throws nascent fuzz
through inhalations.
Strobing forward and out
light and pervasive
flickering past the
sticky carpet, tracing
lines on the table
dust into dissocociations.

Streelights now
faint rings of halation
pulse past a cab’s warped
glass window formations
while colour passes in
faint palpitations.

 

[StrangeLight]

Really loving the imagery. The pulsing, the strobing, and the fragmented verses really lend the reader a piece of the intoxication you were (perhaps) trying to communicate in this one. Great stuff, keep posting.