A Trip

by Mark

I am the greens’ of green
Vibrating off the sun to
Beautiful to defecate on.

I am the minuscule insects
Walking on rainbows of
Grounds smiling back
As you peer down.

I am yourself looking back,
At you as experience takes over,
Plain-fully looking at the gaze
The horizon turns out your stomach
As your smile goes up.

I am your fantasy holding your
Hand; guiding your way through
A carnival conglomerate of Oz
Where you surf through Charlie’s
Factory grasping the waves
Waving at little amigos.

I am a family of wasps chirping
Your ear effervescently
As you reach for your phone
Not knowing what it holds
So you just set to follow
With no dead in mind just
Till I say goodbye.

Mark J