psychedelic jalapenos

it's a patch

work

night of 

colorful

dreams held together by

the jalapenos

i ate last night,

the hot sauce

and cheese, followed

by ice cream.

i'm flying across

the Rio Grande,

my arms stretched

out like wings.

i imagine

what it must be like

to be on

LSD

watching Hendrix

burn his guitar,

but these 

food inspired dreams

are enough

psychedelics

for me.