There’s a meadow where sanity departs,

On a planet inside my heart,

A field inside my mind’s deep space,

Where lucidity is erased.

Tower-tall flowers and bus-sized bees.

The river is a current of electricity.

Blue butterflies have fangs and claws,

And blood dripping from their jaws.

 

The metal grass is diamond-blade sharp.

Glowing deer run through the dark,

With open mouths breathing sparks.

A mole in a suit picks a harp.

Millions of earthworms crawl through air.

The sun’s a giant bird with flaming hair.

There’s ice and snow in every season.

The moon’s a specter laughing for no reason.