Hallucinogenius

[Kingsausage1778]

I spy with my little eye,
Creations of the invisible,
Bleed from the sky.

I envision with infinite decision,
A banquet of lizards,
Battling for first incision.

I saw through the cracks in the door
An automated saint,
Beneath a righteous whore.





It's probably unfinished.

The imagery in this poem is exquisite.

Thank you, that's very kind.