The Trip. By CpSingleton (c) 2014
I’m eating chicken with my fingers,
The day is staggering on outside,
The future is somewhere else and lingers
Do you wanna come and take a ride?
We could follow a bright ley line
Right across the sea.
Feel the wind and taste the brine:
Set the compass free.
Maybe stop a while for maw juice
On the shores of Timbuktu.
Release the lanyard, set the sail loose,
While we gawp in wonder at the view.
We could take a giant bird ride!
There’s a few on the mountain I’m told.
Ask them politely on the cliff side
Before the wind makes us too cold.
We’ll be off above the rain drops,
See the universe and stars.
Beats waiting here at bus stops or
Traffic jams in cars.
We’ll then land upon a warm cloud and
Watch the lives far down below,
In the stratosphere where it’s not loud
And the pace is not too slow.
You can point out the house and street
Where you spoke your first word.
We’ll jabber until it’s time to eat,
Then we’ll climb back on the bird.
He’ll be happy to drop us near
The restaurant on the sea bed.
The food is amazing! You will cheer
At each morsel that you’re fed.
Once you’re bored we’ll head back to Blighty,
Among the castles and the lakes,
Where the nymphs perch, dressed in a nighty
Waiting for the scones and cakes.
They’ll tell us bedtime stories,
Nothing frivolous or mean:
Their joys and past time glories;
Their tone of voice will set the scene.
Then to bed we both will stumble,
Before the failing light
When I will hear your tired voice mumble
That you’ll definitely sleep tonight.