Tuesday wonderland

13:41 was my first hit.
Daytime sank rapidly through the morning.
Outside me looked grey; shadows shifting through
each other and I knew that inside
the earth was rotten to her core.
The sun was brilliant but elusive.
She had no time for me. She rests elsewhere.
She sees me only in pity.
I needed to get away.
I injected it through the ears and as it seeped through my blood
my eyes rolled in pleasure and my soul soured at the sweet, sweet,
sweet relief.

In wonderland there are no deadlines to meet;
no people to greet; no heat
from the sun because the sun is not there
in my wonderland
only the beat the beat the beat

This language needs no translation, no thought
but total immersion and complete abandon.
The solitary pleasure of touching heaven
through an earphone
for a second;
my wonderland cacophony of sound.