“Hallucinations” by Angela Cohan


A grenade.  The beginning of World War III.  Dream a little dream.

Buzzzz.  Phew. Gargle gargle.  Flight of the phoenix.  Crash and burn.

Joojoo bellies.  Psychedelic road trip.  Flying saucers disturb my saucy

Sausages.  Earth shattering.  Cataclysm.  Tie me up.  Tie me down.  Pour

some sugar.  Saltines.  Tea biscuits.  Paper machete.  It’s raining bullets.

Body parts.  Mutilated.  Heavy breathing.  Swallows and cranes.

Third base teeth and mouth.  Meow.  Cats and claws.  Magic bullets

swimming up my battered veins.  The bomb shelter, yes the bomb.  Stop.

I’m drowning.  Oh – the pain—excruciating pain—drown my sorrows,

shoot the pain.  Brimstone and treacle.  Intergalactic explosions.  Floating

corpses.  Persuasive poems.  The Cantos of Ezra Pound.  Pound.  Pound.

Pound?  No more brownies for me.  Damn those insects crawling up my

knees.

Angela Cohan

Photo by L.K. Thayer

© 2012

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3 comments

  1. lkthayer · February 22, 2012

    Great wild & trippy poem Angela! 🙂

  2. Mitch · March 2, 2012

    Blown away……Sometimes an image sometimes words…in this case both left a deep crater

  3. MC Lubow · August 17, 2012

    Move over, Joel Grey. Welcome to Angela’s cabaret !
    Colorful & scary….

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