Hallucinatory poetry, "Condensed."

There's a mad scientist out there,

And he wants to create a love potion.

We bystanders wonder, 

What it would be like to not have the world to ourselves.

We tell him it ethically shouldn't be done.

And though he's duly popular, married, and in love,

He swallows poison and dies.

Hallucinatory poetry "The Wind"

When walking through campus,


The wind brushes against my face,


Making my hair strands curl.


Though another said it's whispering,


The wind’s like a blizzard of warm air outside.


With my earphones on,


If you look very closely,


There's an archway above my eyes.


My eyebrows are like a kelp forest.


Though my nose is small,


I wish I could smell something clearly…






In my memories I reminisce,


Though my eyes are brown as Florida sand,


So are the woman's who’s long gone in her Utopia,


Because I was mad, mad…






In the back of my mind,


There’s a lady who’s not a figment of my imagination,


And at the café, on my tablet,


There’s a picture of a nebulae with some stars behind it,


I wonder, sometimes,


Would she see me as her equal?


That maybe I wasn’t her type,


Maybe I wasn’t her type.