It is quite another
to listen to creepybad trips
to turn your sips to deep-throated swallows
until you sense caffeine delineating your veins
and carbonation deteriorating your remains
and to hug the trees in a frenzy
and cry emphatically to the sun
whip up winds
cradle snow in your arms
drink from strained streams reigned over by rain
and pain yourself to fill your eye sockets with hail
and never fail
to summon lightning
with your plastic spatulas.

And it is a whole nother
to do this with friends
who match you as
you slip into madness.