A small tasteless
White tab
Drops on my tongue.
Causes colors to live
Inside my head.
Makes
crucifixes
Of tree branches.
Sends fires tentacles
Reaching for me to burn
And sear and saute my skin.
I like these little white tabs.
They
make everything right.
“Worlds are altered rather than destroyed.”
- Democritus
Dirk R. Nykamp