acid rain on the colonnades

A note a friend left on the mirror:
 
The pizza cutter was not sharp at all  
Perhaps you were taking phenobarbital.  
You are guilty of the mental ouch  
when you jumped headlong over the couch    
and yelled about eating my first born.    
We are lucky for that dawning of the morn.
Wanna get some pizza tonight.  
 
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acid rain on the colonnades

mr. leary was supposed to take me
on a trip but i ended up at the  
dunking booth of the hieronymus bath
pcp carnival of the life and death
drowning in the mad truth of a pizza
cutter attack (funny  as hell now(in a
nervous, is hell really that funny finger  
the rosary beads and pray kinda way)
cause there was significantt blood    
and the feral time-travel threats
to eat your friends future first born
that was coming to kill you in the future
before they took you on a walk and talk down    
among the white columns of the colonnade,
the drizzle rain etching holes in your skin  
you had to subdue with finger nail knives
and self-punching grenades, finally group
subdued your manic frame to save from badge,
or gun, gurney or hearse, and now not a
night to remember turned warning verse as
as a promise and talisman to tamp down the worry
of its ever please never again return