Decadent Poem #1

No one would be proud of me..,

which makes me proud of myself,

you see... hanging in ecstatic echo

memory halls drug infused...languid

lingering smoke entrails uncoiling

in mystic air, organ music, spectrum

of color, sound, shattered to shards

of diamond glimpses of real...

whatever, 

               because 

                             you don't need

                                                      

to explain.   

Is just is for once.

That's why you paid the ticket.

That's why you took the ride.

That's why I highly Heidi high,
Heidi ho!