Psychedelic art

Looking out through the window

Her mind draws a blank

She’s overwhelmed

Time is the most precious gift, she knows

You were bent on this for hours

Using your precious tools

Thinking it through

Shaping it one chip at a time

She’s over the moon

Just cannot comprehend

How you could spend so much time

Creating a masterpiece from scratch

Covered in wood shavings

toiling in the confines of an artroom

you put them all back every time

to take it out another day

Numbing her rationale

She’s on a constant high

Like the clean one you get when you smoke pot

That she once heard of

Days after days, for months together

Marking, snipping, shaving, buffing, drilling,

Embossing, painting, carving, shedding blood

But most importantly, thinking it through

And the fancy wood chime blew her away

You could sweep her off her feet

Completely hypnotize her

And you leave her with this one question

What has she done to deserve this?

To be made to feel so special

And while floating up in the clouds

She wonders how to repay this destiny’s debt.

Vincy Joseph