this is a brain on DMT

My response to poetics by Anthony at dVerse on DMT, or Dimethyltryptamine:

“It’s the most common drug, and also the rarest; our brain secretes the chemical when we go to sleep, and that is what causes us to dream.”

I had recurring nightmares as a child…now most of my bad “mind trips” occur while awake  😉



cold fear feet

freeze to ground

as hot horde of

mad swordsmen

on war horses

pursue offender

to cliff’s edge

high above surf

pummeling sharp

rocks below;

soft silt crumbles

victim tumbles

falling backwards,

feels salty spray

just before the



waking, shaking,

wet with sweat

supine on floor.


palpable dark:

glowing eyes,

bristling hairs,

animal breath

on face faking

sleep, flash of

canine teeth

snapping for

exposed jugular;

transform into

one of the pack,

running in the night

howling at the moon

which looms fuller

with body’s lift-off,

swift upward rush

as human rocket

orbits past bright

lunar craters

to free-fall thru

galaxies of stars.


lying in bed

wide-eyed and

listening to cellar

door creaking open,

footsteps plodding

deliberately up

basement stairs,

slowly through house and then

another door moans;

heavy footsteps louder

now on stairway

leading to this

attic bedroom—

awaken to sound of

own heart pounding,

lying motionless

wondering if…

it’s waiting.



“But I don’t dream!” you say to me.

No dreams at night

may be lack of DMT,

No dreams by day

must be need of poetry!


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Victoria C. Slotto
    Jul 31, 2014 @ 20:05:37

    I haven’t had nightmares in ages–I guess since I retired. But the daymares still happen from time to time! :0)


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jul 31, 2014 @ 19:56:18

    My nightmares are rarely beasts but of things I’ve missed to do.. Of forgetting passports or tickets … Yikes


  3. rosross
    Jul 31, 2014 @ 07:52:26

    A nightmare in poem…..


  4. bmiller007 (@bmiller007)
    Jul 31, 2014 @ 03:02:29

    yikes. my nightmare have to do more with things happening to my family…its not what goes bump in the night…but what could happen to them that haunts me…i might dream too much — or maybe that is the poetry.


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