Mushrooms with my Orange Juice

Eggs à la mode
on my walls
next to the clock
with no hands.

Toast nailed to crimson-painted wood,
blackened and burned beyond belief.
Nobody will eat you.

Yolk and cytoplasm
seeping down the floor molding
onto the stained hardwood.

I think someone slipped something special
into my orange juice this morning,
because all I can see are the
eggs on my walls.

A/N: Yeah, I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I've never done any sort of drug before, so I wouldn't know, but the people in my writing class told me that it's more like PCP, not mushrooms...? I dunno. You get the point. Reviews greatly appreciated.