Trippy Enough?
This was originally not planned to be a posted piece, but was a response to a notes tag for a trippy poem using the last line of another as my first.
I wasn't sure if it hit the brief or was just a messy mix of thoughts, hence the title.
I'll leave it as a note in case anyone wants to continue on from my last line, but I was frustrated by my inability to space and format it properly in notes, and how messy it looked, so here we are.
Thanks to A Writer’s Voice for the original nomination and the first line.
To come back, but where from? I'm not sure where I am or how I got here. A place where I walk on concrete that seems to stick to my feet like bubblegum, with each step. The texture like worn hotel carpet. Twilight sky suddenly turns orange, a loud bang. A troop of monkeys fall from the sky and perform a gymnastic display. Tired, they head to the nearest bar. I might join them, but decide to pass, having looked in to see penguins performing burlesque. Why do my fingers keep tingling? In fact all of me does. I'm sweating and panicked. Is this a cardiac event? My mind drifts away from potential heart failure as Rumplestiltskin walks by, pushing a cake in a wheelbarrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY he shouts to me, though mine is several months away. He takes a knife, hacks at cake. He proffers a slice, I reluctantly accept. It explodes with a release of balloons which appear to be heads. They speak as they float, an orange balloon babbling that it's the biggest, floatiest most powerful balloon ever. The balloons simultaneously burst releasing a substance which is fluorescent in colour but smells faintly of semen. I grab my phone, vaguely thinking I should try and make a poem or something like it from this although as I do so, it vibrates madly. A message on the screen says 'you have reached your destination'. I look up and indeed I have. Then I walk inside the McDonalds.
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Tripped lol may reread after a gummy…
Tea and McDonalds was enough to grab me. From there I was happily lost in the strange logic of it all. It feels dreamlike in that very specific way where panic, humour, and randomness keep bleeding into each other, but somehow it still lands emotionally. Messy in the best sense. Like following a mind mid spiral and trusting it to take you somewhere.