NONSENSE

I slipped and fell into

a dream.

It caught me

up and carried me

away to a land where nothing

was what it seemed.

A train chugged along whistling a

lonely plaintive song, then

chirped a cheerful melody

and puffed tea from its spout

as it wound its way out of

sight and the night came rushing

in on wings of feather and fin

and carried me to the

Electric neon stars and when

I touched one it opened in on itself

revealing a million more

all in a line

going back to

the beginning of time

where a goat danced on

a twirling top.

The top became the bottom and I was

back on the ground. No one was around

so I began to walk and walk

and walked to a long chalk hopscotch

and when I

hopped

the scotch popped

and I woke

To a sleeping me

hunting through my inner

spaces for familiar faces and

themes.

 

 (This poem originally appeared in the 2012 edition of MUSH literary magazine.)

The top became the bottom and I was

back on the ground. No one was around

so I began to walk and walk

and walked to a long chalk hopscotch

and when I

hopped

the scotch popped

and I woke

To a sleeping me

hunting through my inner

spaces for familiar faces and

themes.