4 February, 2009

Manic Dreams

patrick chalhoub

Slick highway driving
At the speed of sound
Turning on tail lights
With the flick of a thought
Swallowing some shrooms
The beginning of the end
Thoughts of overwhelming love
Soon turn to delusions of grandeur
I am Christ, I am God
No longer myself, I am lost
Performing minor miracles
In my mind or on the street

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