Start a Trip at the End

One dark day, there was a thunderstorm
when I was left alone and so forlorn.
So I pulled out an old coloring book
as the windows rattled and the roofing shook.

Next thing I knew, I was accosted by a rat
in pin-striped pants with a matching bowler hat.
I was in shock! I screamed and fell back from my chair
on a rug that looked like Donald Trump’s hair.

I scampered out of there as fast as I can.
with nary a glance back I simply ran
out of the door into a mind-blowing field
of vuvuzela-shaped plants as thunder pealed.

On and on I raced until I was out of breath.
doubled-over and gasping, I said “Seth,
get a grip of yourself and think for a second.”
so I stood up, stretched and looked at the sight that beckoned.

Certainly, I am in a wonderland of a sort.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” I heard myself snort.
a purple sky looming over a mustard sea,
orange trees, pink grass; everything’s just crazy.

As I drank in this psychedelic panorama
I thought that I think I like this vista.
Even if it turned out to have a resident pirate ship
that walked on four mech legs, it would be such a trip!

* * *

And what a trip it was, such as it had to be,
An infinitely fantastic dream with no reprieve.
Seth will stay enveloped in his own reverie
While all that who knew him dealt, wept, and grieved.

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