far on its way to somewhere new,
unaware of its surroundings
unperturbed by points of view.
Somewhere there's a street of intoxication
down behind the lane where winos' go,
and it seems the whole worlds in liquidation
as the inflation boat begins to blow.
Then someone hides the place I've just invented,
and coyly returns within my mind,
unaware that they have just prevented
my return from beyond what is behind.
My eyes get lighter and they open
a jolt from my neck makes me rise,
then just as I realise what's happening
it's too late and I blame it on my eyes.
Things once more appear quite normal
until suddenly I see a fairy smile,
the usual sight of endless whiskers
tangling their weave for many miles.
He beckons on an answer to the question
I beg pardon and say I never heard,
then his hand so scarlet pulls me forward
into a river in a land within his beard.
His bristles like the tallest trees surround me
the rivers getting deeper all the time,
but unacquainted with mariner procedure
I'm unable to chant the seaman's rhyme.
The waters course now quicker I still follow
as it endless winds thru' sleepy trees,
so blue the sky and all is tranquil
I feel so well and so at ease.
The sudden sound of distant thunder
rocks my ego into fear,
so clear become my senses
evil is so obviously near.
The winds arise and hurricanes blow
as the water starts to seep away,
and then once more I'm at my table
but still can't hear what teacher says.