Special K for Breakfast

[Magpie]

I don't like to do introductions, but this is very,very experimental and not totally finished. I guess I'm kind of wondering
is it too "out there."

Special K for Breakfast

Everybody told me not to, which I mistakenly heard as,
"You might as well, what have you got to lose."
"Take someone with you" they pleaded.
So after nominating Myself, I took Me.

There we were, Me and I, sitting down to breakfast...
"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking
welcome aboard flight...",
"I'll have special K thanks" I said to the air hostess.
"...event of an emergency there are no safety exits..."
The rest of our breakfast was prepared as we waited.
"...seatbelts are provided merely for fascination. Enjoy your..."

In a quick contemptuous utterance, breakfast was devoured.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!"

Flames, frantic frenzied flashes.
Pulsating, paralytic pains engulfing the fragile passage, dragging in
it's wake caustic hooks, tearing the membrane assunder.
Ascending to assault the back of the eyeball.
White hot toxic sand. Seeping into the soft tissue then slowly
trickling down into the back of throat. ---- I liked this part
Drip...
Drop...
Noxious, acrid bitter...

"Our current altitude is..."

deep breath,

"...above the clouds."

High flight. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue.
Sounds of Africa, a voice singing "medicine is magical and
magical is art."

Whilst watching Myself and Me and I from the far distant corner
of the galactic room, the trinity slowly turned to acknowledge the
higher self-contained "human trampoline and sometimes when
I'm falling."

Surprise attack, ambushed, reversal role.
Now, we three, spellbound look on helplessly destitute,
"What if I die here?", trapped in this screen,
"spinning in infinity", watching myself
watch myself observe "the pale yellow moon."

With reality obliterated, due to the fact that we mistook it for
reality, all five of us ventured forth into the laptop.
"Don't I know you from the cinematographer's party?"
"No, sorry." He must have us mixed up with, "somebody could
walk into this room and say your life is on fire."

Legs gone, legs long, legs of dwarf, giant legs.
Small giant, tiny dwarf, gigantic arms,
"And we are homeless, homeless"

Did we mention dimensions, all the possibilities of a K hole?
Walk can we diagonal, horizontal, "it's all over the evening news."

"NO STOP!!!"
"Houston, we have a problem!!!"
...........
...........
"This is Who's Town, we explained before lift off sir, NO EXIT"

Of a sudden, waking up in our claustrophobic coffin,
hindered by heavy heat,
weighing down,
constricting,
oppressive,
weight,
dead.
Now
opening it's eyes,
eyeball to eyeball to eyeballs,
balling, shouting from the abyss,
"that was your Father, before you was born dude."

"Ladies and Gentleman, this is your captain speaking
we are currently entering some turbulence, which will delay..."

"NO TURBULENCE!!!"

"two hours."

"well it's not just me and it's not just you this is all around the world."

I feel I can't judge this work. Are you talking about Ketamine? Threre is a decent tone. This reminds me of a short story by Donald Bartheleme called the Balloon. No harm in experimenting at least in my opinion. Thanks for posting

Hi Brownlie,
Thanks for taking the time to read this, I know that in some ways it's not that easy to read, even for me and I wrote the bloody thing. You are right that it is about ketamine, but also it's a chance for me to see if it's possible to describe the impossible. It seems from the comments I have read that it has struck a chord with people who know what it is like, which I am pleased about but my aim is still to convey the whole experience in a way that could possibly be understood by people who haven't experienced it. I'm glad that the bit you said you liked in the poem was actually the passage I spent most time on and the rest was kind of rushed but I do intend to go through the whole thing with the same intensity that I spent on that passage. Also I have managed to get a copy of that story you mentioned The Balloon and it looks very fascinating, I've just skimmed through but I will spend time to read it properly; you certainly are well read and very informative, thanks again. AR

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You've got me beat with this, I can't really find its meaning, but this work is beyond interesting. I love to see poems break from the norm like this one does, very good job. I really enjoyed this and I hope that you could do more progressive works like this.
Thanks for the read xD
-James

Hi James,
Thanks for reading, I'm sure this has got a lot of people beat, but the fact that you still enjoyed even though you say you didn't fully understand gives me much encouragement. I do intend to re write it now that I think it has some possible merit. You've probably gathered from other comments what it is about now. The drug ketamine, although it's also more of an experiment to see how well I could describe the indescribable, not well enough for the moment, but it will get better. Thanks again for reading AR

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Definitely about ketamine (plane being the metaphor for taking a "trip"?), evidence throughout but most obviously: "White hot toxic sand. Seeping into the soft tissue then slowly/trickling down into the back of throat. ". Certainly captured the psychosis that ketamine induces ("With reality obliterated, due to the fact that we mistook it for reality" - great line) and the absolute failure by the sense to process anything that is actually going on and/or give it context. Experimental it might be but there are elements of it that can definitely be related to. That is a mighty accomplishment considering the nature of the subject matter.

Hi Catcherin,
Thanks for reading this and thanks for the very encouraging comments, this obviously struck a chord with you, which is good for me because I must of got certain aspects fairly close to the truth.
Everything you have noted is spot on, and especially thanks for pointing out the line about reality, which I never thought much of until I read your quotation of it and then realised that it is a very good line, that must of wrote itself. I will be re writing this so I won't explain everything in the poem just yet. As you pointed it's not an easy thing to describe and that is mostly the motivation behind this, although it is a "drugs" poem, I'm trying to use as an exercise in describing the impossible. I've had this conversation with my friends before about how it is impossible to tell someone who hasn't done this trip what it is actually, the only people it can make sense to are those who have done. But hopefully I can get a bit closer to describing it in a way that more can comprehend what it is that I'm describing. Thanks again AR

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Absolutely love it, I can totally relate to this. Well done!

Hi Mad Matt,
Thanks for reading and even though your comment was very brief, it speaks volumes to me, because the poem has obviously had aspects that you have related to, so I think I must be on the way to achieving what I set out to do. I will rewrite this, now that I know there is a possibility that it can work. Welcome to the site by the way and thanks again for the comment.
Cheers AR