yeah i took the acid test
took it and fuckin passed
must have been all the study i did
i was in the top of my class
i was able to see the fallen angels
in a piece of broken glass
a chaotic kaleidoscope of careful colours
of a now yet to come to pass
i could taste more than one possible future
a ting on the tip of my tongue
i savoured every bite of these tomorrows
each morsel a meal begun
i heard the echo of eternity
extolling the insignificance of measured time
how could it be i could hear and not see
that most of those echoes were mine
my skin felt like a Bill suit
made of so many me ‘s
tucked tight in this taut tanned tissue
i was able to take a measure of ease
and of the odours that reached my nose
an olfactory show and tell
the best i could do was give each a sniff
and arrange them alphabetically by smell
yeah i took the acid test
but what did it take of me
no sweat, no regret, nothing is set
just have to wait and see
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (2)
Arranging Alphabetically by smell… Salty, sweaty, sweet, tangy, tart, …. 😂
See fallen angels in broken glass-powerful lines in your poem!