Laying with Lucy
A poem about my love affair with psychedelics

Maybe
I was too young,
the first time
I laid with Lucy.
I placed her on my tongue.
She picked me up,
dumped me on my back
and left me staring up.
She whispered
soft seductions
into my ear
“I want to show you something.”
I agree without a sound.
The delicate hues of red light
inside our tent
transformed into
magnificent fractals.
I watch
as Lucy wills them to dance
slowly
slowly
slowly they
spiral into
stillness,
then burst
spreading beyond my vision.
Lucy begins to mock me;
“Isn’t this what you asked for?”
I didn’t know anymore.
I didn’t really know
anything anymore.
I’d never felt
such fear
or witnessed such
strange beauty.
My world was
falling apart
then reassembling
into a strange reality
in front of my eyes.
Suddenly,
Lucy and I
became one.
The fear faded
into fascination.
A new, strange bliss
washed over me.
We conversed at length
for hours.
She spoke transcendence
into my ear,
down through my soul .
Her words illuminated
my mind.
Everything was still.
Everything was right.
If we weren’t
so damn high
maybe I’d remember
what she taught me.




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