My Opiate

Noon bursts as an infectious nymph
lacing the mind with a figment's legerdemain
possessing each fiber of cerebral tissue,
hissing an eerie kaleidoscope fairy tale vision
into one's spectacle of reality.

Blood coagulates with dementia's toxins,
fearing the imaginary paramours
from toddler havens
will rise like vampires
and suck the last of one's sanity.

But paranoia's fleeting behemoth mirages,
are devoured by fantasia's predators.

In the clash of surrogate gods
one clings to a whimsy pharmacy,
swallowing a succulent mood
from the advertising drug lords.

It feels so intoxicating
as the commercialized esteem fix hits the mind.

Suddenly, the world becomes
a collage of surreal gnomes,
pastel ecstasy replaces black and white murals,
overdosing in the imbibed delusion
numbed to any carnage,
dreaming of the next
diversion's score.