Green Lava Imaginarium

All of my better lines
it seems
invite themselves
after I have taken my nightly grog,
after I've drifted
into the inner sanctum fog...
when suddenly the third eye blinks, opens,
and the inner tinkering, the brain restarts it cogs.
The words come pouring, tumbling out again...
a green lava imaginarium.
The computer's down,
so I am scribbling.
The cat's abed snoring near my head,
he drools and groans.
The wind outside is barely rustling the fallen leaves,
the inside mind's leaves now need raking
as the meanings start piling up.
I turn and see the green pulsing lava lamp,
the best $3 at a garage sale we have ever spent.
My fertile mind begins to roam.
Hello world, though near half of you is sleeping.
Hello night, hello green lava lamp.
I'll play a game with you,
perhaps it will get me back to old deep breathing
and I'll return once more to la-la land.
A little free association,
an over-time imagination running through.
The lamp is just getting heated and I see
a stalactite forest for the sea monkeys rising
from a swirling pea green ocean floor.
If I could slo-mo a hundred years of forest
growth this is the effect I think I would be looking for.
And now down here come green alien raindrops
filling up a rising sea. A giant pickled bean
is elongating into a slithering swimming sea snake.
And now he's collapsed into a snorkeling water buffalo
who is treading water near the splaying sand.
(you can see the water bubbles coming out his nose.)
Now the buffalo has collapsed into a giant coiled
amazon basin anaconda morphing into a a sea slug head
with martian eyes. Could it now be one of the big-brained
men from that first Star Trek Episode? My aching head/imagination
the dastardly fiendish middle eye. Now sprouts up another thousand mini-
evergreens enclosed in a tiny terrarium and one worm hole
opens up from above them and swallows Donnie Darko completely whole.
I smile now, let the pen drop
nod nod nod ....knowing sleep, ah, what sleep will come.

Copyright November 2011 All Rights Are Solely Reserved By the Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo of Tilt-a-World

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