Sail Beyond Eden

The grave haunts the living

Like a pestering, barking dog

While one tries to sleep.

Take your rum, your bud lite

With nacho cheese chips

And gingerly dance with Layla

While yet time compresses you like toothpaste

Into a fitting tube with a safety seal.

 

Trouble me no more with enticing astral projections

Emitted like star beams

Through the indigo midnight sky.

 

I care not for the future

For it is a dream of sages and prophets.

Take me home to my native clan, long ago

Where time has ended,

A burned candle lying in a wax mound

On the mantle of antiquity.