#13 LSD-filled barren

I sink into tales and epics of faraway land,

  silly,

I would call this a sweet spot mediocrity,

  tattooed in my left shoulder, an emblem,

each passing second filled with enthusiasm,

  pick some dandelions, blow it to people, 

  when they compliment, 

I daydream of the perfections,

despite the complications,

  I am gaily enjoying being jailed,

  in a colourful gallery,

my heart is exploding,

in paroxysms of affection,

  in deep, deep, psychedelic ink,

I could not help but sink,

  and latitude inverted just a bit, 

all things cease to exit,

  die in term of consciousness,

I would choose to die over a loss,

  drug drives drought down the drain,

and a fucking gust busts in like an idiosyncratic tornado!