A psychedelic minute

"TICK TICK TICK" reverberates in my ears..
Like the fabled White Rabbit,
a slave to my watch,
a devise to measure a man made idea.
In one minute I,
the perveyor of the psychedelic rabbit hole,
in true shamanistic style,
will blast off by way of  L.S.D.

Anxiety...
Ever on the quest
of who's more "gangster"
(wifey having done 10 hits the previous night)
this "Red eyed rider of the astral planes"
knows kmows that I fucked up.
"20, Might've been too much."
Thinks I...
Totally unprepared for
the journey on upon which I am about to embark..

"TICK TICK TICK!!!", obnoxiously the clock screams..
Ten minutes prior to me dosing...
As I look to the wall clock,
of which,
I am now enslaved -for I am a time watcher-
I come to a gross realization
that this
-strong enough mind for mind expansion-
stones son of a hippie,
might've taken too much...
Palms sweat, to make damp,
that which is normally dry..
Ears ringing,
My stomach developes the,
"YOU FUCKED UP!!"
wrenching of anxiety induced, "OH SHIT!!!".
"Surely the clock isn't melting already"
I think through confused fog..
Ten minutes after dosing,
the overwhelming "I fucked up"
washes over me...

"TICK TICK TICK!!!"
the clock's metronome annoyance...
Eyes,
focused tunnel vision.
Glued to the
(drug induced, 'not-so-normal')
shackles of clock.. (for surely we are all slaves of time)
Hour hand,
minute hand,
and second hand..
Swirled and melted,
a mending with
kaleidoscopic graphics,
in intense visual orgasm,
barely able to make out
that it is midnight..
on the dot..

"TICK TICK TICK!!!" The timepiece's song sings..
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" my mind screams..
As the second hand
revolves slowly around the rim
of this now melting.. Clock,
This "White Rabbit" incarnate
peers on... in a curious
"OH MY GOD DID I FUCK UP!!!"
Wonder..
Riddled with an ever increasing,
candid apprehension as,
the phychedelis runs it's course,
and,
the second hand (now longer, than the clock is wide)
traverses the rough terrain of perpetual travel
and lands on the half way point,
the VI...
The depictions illustrated
by the L.S.D.
paint a picture in which,
the melting clock is the focal point..

"TICK TICK TICK!!!"
"Seconds of my life melted away,
in wonton fashion",
I think as I'm overcome..
As a story of epic preportions
manifests, behind this
FUCKING FRUSTERATING!!! melting metronome,
my eyes remain glued,
as though skin to our circulatory system..
The second hand swirling,
With colors...
And liquid emotion,
as behind it,
A picture appears deep, within it's wake..
Hovered precariously atop
the IX,
thoughts race..
"That's definately not natural."
and
"This isn't right."
And
"Something is wrong."
scroll across the wall
like the earnings across wall street.
"In nasdaq today, gold futures are up, and YOU'RE FUCKED UP!!!"

"TICK TICK MOTHERFUCKING TICK!!!!!"
As the seconds melt away,
in an absolutely, litteral mannor,
the clock blends,
fluidly into the
Psychedelic Oddyssey
portrayed upon the wall
and..
I'm overcome by insanity..

"TICK TICK TICK!!",
"What's happening to me?" Fear induced thought fragments,
Right as the sweep hand
of this "timepiece insturment of bondage"
renders it's first
full revolution since gazing, transfixed on it,
This White Rabbit recieves to his ass,
with the force of a freight train,
A boot..
(the boot worn by the secrets of the universe)
which launched this hare,
headlong,
down the rabbit hole of equilibrium,
into my life altering astral projection...
The very last thing this
Connisseur of Questions Un-known,
recognizes before recieving ego death,  (the insturment of my reform)
is the second hand,
devoid of motion above the XII...
Time stops...
I was flung into the void..
Starting my first...
and last astral projection...
ever incurred..