I am playing Tetris
with my tetrahydrocannabinol habit
and my daily diazepam requirements

I lie about the lysergic acid
and how often I drop upwards
Whipped into a spinning
dry-ice-temperature
aluminum nitrous canister

Trying to ignore the musings
of the extraterrestrials
in my living room
drinking the dextromethorphan with me
and in disbelief that they are seeing me

John Maurer is a 25-year-old writer from Pittsburgh that writes fiction, poetry, and everything in-between, but his work always strives to portray that what is true is beautiful. He has been previously published in Claudius Speaks, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Thought Catalog, and more than forty others. @JohnPMaurer (johnpmaurer.com)