DMT Frequency
by Marley Greiner
warns
May cause hallucinations, dizziness, euphoria
It does not.
Only tedium
and a vague ghost
of Outer Limits (the original)
oscillating radio waves
beeping Morse code
in my ears
while I wait for something meaningful
to rapture me.
I want trails and body-shaking shivers at midnight.
I want to look in a mirror and watch my body change .
I want deep sex that lasts ’til morning.
I want a bedroom ceiling with
delicately carved images
pulsating pearl pink and gold above me with
Mayan blood-letting.
I want the beauty of a cord of thorns
threading through the tongue of Lady Xoc
blood papers, smoke
summoning the Vision Serpent
summoning the ancestors
summoning the gods
for battle.
I want gray cubist robots marching in the sky over Lake Erie:
An epic trip of LSD (origin and label forgotten)
and mucky green Asthmador mixed in tomato juice
topped with a jigger or two of Stoly.
I want birds flitting and exploding in tiny glitters
fashioning themselves into leaves
puffing in and out of trees.
I want Neal Young on an endless loop.
I want Velvet Underground on an endless loop.
I want a secret heaven on an endless loop.
DMT Frequency only puts me to sleep
Marley Greiner
Marley Greiner’s work has appeared in Pudding, Pig Iron Press, and most recently, several Local Gems anthologies, Mystery Twistery Anthology, Harrow House Journal, Sci-Fi Stir Fry Anthology, and Tangled Locks Journal. She is a seasoned troublemaker and old Wobbly. She holds an MA and is ABD (PhD all but dissertation) in American History from the Ohio State University with an emphasis on Progressive Era organized crime, and sex work; and film. history. After decades in Canton and Columbus, Ohio, Marley now lives in Corpus Christi, Texas.