We watched “Karate Kid” on shrooms
It’s hard to keep Oriented, you said,
when the things next to you are gridded diagonally–
Tell it to the showerhead, Pagliaccio.
The high priestess of chain mail says that
These are the red-arrow perils that plague us:
Shot up with performance-enhancing drugs,
The little runners on Greek amphorae
Have rammed through the soles of their feet and put on
Lighter, faster, running shoes.
Not quite lighter, nor faster, themselves
The painted runners run in place.
Their cartoon stereograms
Move fitfully against your shroom-mumblings.