The shiver line stutters along a lunacy smile,

Euphoria metabolised, climbs dizzy altitudes,

with the soma summertime survivors

of my kind, chemical thought eugenics.

A hovering hummingbird ostanato beats ecstatic

waveforms; disenchanted with organics.

I am swinging pendulum. I am pushing lever.

 

My oscilloscope pulse rides the reward pathway trace,

Chasing amplified, cessation transmission.

Lotus-eater, pleasure-seeker, wandering a blue

barbiturate, poppy-field pace.

Across carefully sown pomegranate seed rows

towards the pale intelligence of an open-eyed apple coma.

I am swinging pendulum. I am pushing lever.

 

A nomad lab rat, preying on satiety elusive.

Divine amity sanctuary, self-administered elation.

My deciduous, trauma utopia, becomes fallen

autumn mood monsoon, a translucent laburnum leaf deluge.

The Golden Chain Tree life dements seasons,

devastates cycles, distorts the ambrosia ritual cure.

I am swinging pendulum. I am pushing lever.