psychedelic

it's a Nirvana song, that makes no sense
you're living the lyrics, every inch
past blind corners, overgrown hedge
inside the room you made your bed

psychedelic, lights spin way too fast
the mirror shows the aftermath
lines on tables and on your face
it's time to bail from this rat race

I told you once, it'd be like this
you just smiled and blew a kiss
wandering down the rabbit hole
just like Alice, there you go

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License