A Night That Was Not Real

rrodriguez

A Night That Was Not Real

My friend told me,
“Here, take this”—
and I fell into a night
that was not real.

A laser
cuts through
the tangled shapes
before me—

and wonder floods me—
strange, scary—
and my mind spills,

drifting thoughts
scatter like trash
in South Bronx.

Buildings crumble
through the city streets,
collapsing
without sound.

and laughter and the hush
of not knowing
swirl inside me—

a wailing siren
tears through
the wacky night,

and I felt strangely
overtaken by the experience—

and I laughed in ecstasy
like waves
that came
and went.

and my senses tumbled,
colorless images and shapes colliding—

and I moved,
untethered,
in a world
that made no sense.

  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2025 19:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: I want to ask MPS friends to forgive me for my departure. I had an unpleasant experience that flattened my desire to write. I'm slowly getting back to the groove. This poem takes me back to NYC in the Bronx. I was a teenager, and a friend gave me ecstasy to try it. It was an awful experience. The poem is surreal because the experience was surreal. Thank you for your comments.
  • Category: Surrealist
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  • sorenbarrett

    The author's note makes sense of this surreal poem that reflects a substance altered reality. Very nicely done

    • rrodriguez

      Thank you for commenting on my poem. Slowly getting back to writing...

      • sorenbarrett

        Glad to hear it. You are welcome



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