Acid Green Thorazine

We were two snakes in the wide ocean undertow eating octopus and cod, plump bellies expanding like pink balloons. Sinking lower past the continental shelf, we imploded, and now, we're eating acid green Thorazine on a platter in the back of a black stretch Cadillac. We were syncopated. Now, we are blurred. As you reach your skinny arms around me, dangling your cigarette behind my neck, each individual hair standing straight, the fuzz that was your voice is now your eyes. Tones, sapphires and frozen ozone. A minister minding the front entry. Livid pink brain. The holy rider. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said.