For Christmas (ages ago now, I know), I received no less than 25 pairs of socks. Many of them came in wonderful, colourful designs. This poem was inspired by some particularly mind-boggling socks. It’s also inspired by the fact that drugs are, basically, a waste of time. I want to clarify at this point that I’ve not actually ever taken drugs (beyond caffeine) but from what I’ve seen, I don’t think I’m missing anything.
I like to perform this with colourful socks as props which I place over my hands and use as sock puppets to deliver certain parts of the poem.
Sockedelia
I’ve never yet been persuaded
My perception could be better aided
By chemical agents
Not yet been convinced
To rinse my retinas
And see the absurd
Life is already bizarre
Far flung nations’ day to day existence
Is as alien to me as any drug induced vision
Standing up too fast when I’m tired
Inspires phenomenal out of body experiences
Besides
I carry my highs with me
My own toe twisting
Eyeball blistering
Rainbow fistula fallout
My own glimpse of inter-dimensional gyrations
Oh yes
I’m talking about wearable hallucinations
‘Cause I’ve seen shrooms
Vacuum packed into little
Individual snack sacks
Seen whacked out friends
Transported from their locked in heads
They said everything is just more UMMPH
And I’ve seen LSD
The temporary tattoo
Of hands tapping mindlessly
While eyes gaze at lights that are lighter
At colours that are colour-fuller
But I’m satisfied my eyes are well provided for
Why would I need Lucy in the Sky
When I have Susan Observing Clouds Killing Sumos?
No substances
No awakenings
No gurus please
Just allow me to demonstrate
My size 8, ambulatory, great illumination
Trigger warning: May cause flashbacks in the flower power generation