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I had never heard of the term joypop before, how sheltered have I been?!
I used to get dizzy from my first cigarette of the day in my teens and twenties, I throw up if I drink Red Bull, and I am the ultimate lightweight when it comes to alcohol; so I keep away from the harder recreational drugs 😉
It’s not as if I’ve never had the chance to hang with people who were into them, however…!
I have, of course, heard of bad trips.
I looked at the words around ‘joypop’ and decided that was the direction to go in.
Personal Column Elephants Total Silence Joypop Entity Nineteen Wife
I had this personal idea
That it would be like
Some cartoon.
A column of dancing elephants
Or a gorgeous, tranquil garden.
Meditation.
A sudden epiphany in
The near total silence of a
Sweet starry night.
But that ‘joypop’ released
An entity within
So terrible…
My whole nineteen years
Seeming to cascade
Into nothingness.
Then – dark, dark, tumult.
The seering pain of thoughts.
The horror.
And still, surrounded by love,
That trip into hell
Haunts me now.
My poor wife: helpless.
As I wake: sweating.
Tortured. Alone.
Etched in green
I feel for the speaker, it must be awful to have something experimental that you did when you were a teenager still have unsettling repercussions on your life now.
To think of the many times I could have been hurt or killed with some of the stupid situations I put my younger self in…!
It’s the feeling of the world being a vast open space to explore, and us not really believing we can be taken down at that age, isn’t it?
Have you any confessions of teenage mischief you wish to share with me in the comments, joypopping or otherwise?!
I’m all…eyes!
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