Technicolor Haze

Cloudy, indecipherable memories swirl round

I can't see them; 

cant see through this haze.

Lights flicker red and green

yellow and purple

a face flickers in and out

an empty bottle of Jose Cuervo at my feet

my head heavy and reeling

a writhing mass around me

undulating in and out

in and out.

Swaying to the beat in one corner

a face flickers in and out of my mind 

like the smoke in a crystal ball

memories swirl through me

blood pounds in my ears

bringing to life stolen glances, shattered hopes

a dreamland locked away somewhere

now unleashing its magic

creeping through my veins.

I'm lost now

lost in this technicolor haze.