Vacation

I’m driving on a drugged up rainbow
I’m diving into a slug of pain’s throes
I ain’t sure how much more of this inscription
I can carve until you care
I ain’t sure if I was uncertain about the curtain
and when it fell rippling about my feet
And the hallucinogenic rainbow
Is a saturated semi-circle of deep satisfaction
If satisfaction is a quenching of a thirst
Then what happens when it’s been quenched to the point where it hurts?
And the bullet of shattered senses is piercing the center of my chest
And I pull it back like it mattered fiercely remembering all of the best