the evening could
not have been more
perfect for an
lsd trip (down
lake shore drive), the
skyline shining as we
accelerated at around
fifty miles per hour.

it was almost as though
i was seeing through new
eyes, so clear and vivid
were the figures passing
by, the trains rushing past
on their tracks, the lights
reflecting off the water with
the most glorious

we took everything in,
breathing the frigid
midwestern air and
grasping to an altered
state of reality (we had
stepped onto a canvas,
blank, painting our
own landscapes with
every step).