Tonight's embellishment

Eyes closed, mind open.

Muscles at rest, intellect wandering.

Punching through the atmosphere,

jetting past the moon, leaving a footprint.

Memories of Mars and what was,

Jupiter, the rings of Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, beyond our solar system headed for deep space.

Calculating Calculus on fingers and toes,

inside a world all my own.

Asleep but awake inside, seems to be the only place to hide.

Look back through plexiglass to find a soul in my room.

Thieves act with haste albeit I am like a rock,

laborious to stir but once on the edge...

No one can find me, no, not here,

a whole world unto me.

Another life I have on the other side of consciousness,

often I forget my connections, missing a night of sleep.

I return and find my seat vacant, undisturbed,

and loaded with gifts that I’ve never gotten before,

like a self-hug, the tools, tolerance and patience, the ability to stick my chest out. .

And keys to three hearts.

Asleep but awake inside, seems to be the best place to hide

A quadrant of quatrains quenches my thirst,

for when God puts her finger on my head.

You’ve ruined me by letting me feel it the first time,

Solid symbols contemplate their authority,

a muted bird can still fly.

Surreal days plague me

Donated organs come from the plates,

blood drop on microscope.

Brand name human, elitism flourishes,

you can still buy a coke, though.

Asleep but awake inside, seems to be my favorite place to hide.

Elephant footprint, bud of a dandelion,

both come from great ball of dirt.

Get me out of my head, Get me out of my head,

plant garden from seed,

Delicate glowing green grows ferociously,

scent of dank musk and fruit.

Seedling then stalky, sunrise reflection,

mature leaf big as Magic’s hand.

Asleep but awake inside, seems to be my last place to hide.

Don’t fly if you don’t trust the pilot,

Don’t put too much gas in the machine,

Last kiss is always the matriarch,

Blue temple rises in a meadow, follow the taurus,

Beat like a heartbeat, sounds I can’t describe,

lifts me by my earlobe, infected by mushrooms and star travelers.

Life is the best trip I’ve ever gone on.