smoking by the plants

two hits of American Spirit

before the filter

watching the planes come in

where did they come from?

easy to stay stagnant

but it’s impossible to leave

brave souls use airplanes to travel

my feet remain stuck in Indiana gravel

about to unravel

finish my nicotine

oh shit

another lucid dream?

is that a UFO above me

captivating lights, my eyes still red yet focused

distracted by the sounds of a locust

watching this UFO hover

moving closer, the lights become blinding

hovering in the sky

do i throw up or cry?

still entranced, eyes blurry

so i head inside

nonbelievers quickly shoot down my observations

paranoid, and now losing my patience

slip into her bed, contemplating my vision

is it the shrooms or did i just witness some paranormal shit

man

i gotta quit my sinning

help my eyes get clear

but that’s also what i fear

my life without hallucinogenic vision

is a scary thought

close my eyelids

like i had just fought

my dreams will even me out

or steadily increase my doubt

in Benson’s sanity