Sprinkled with shadowy theoretical thoughts
somewhere between abstract and figurative,
I have designed luminated bodies;
keeping vigil on orbiting satellites.
A burning star flaunts flame-coloured beams,
planetesimal among the atmospheric landscape.
Happy perky people seem terrene
in a jungle partially deranged.
Slumped in a sagging lawn chair,
swallowing from grandiose tupperware,
peering with Palladian eyes; a maladjusted moon.
Is the far side just like the near side?
Intrigued; my mind wandering in lithium,
eau-de-nil hot breeze grasshoppers buzz
in a refraction of sound,
asinine among sky-high pensive ponderosa pines.
The dark side facing the wrong way; obscured,
my disorder closes out everything extraneous.
A mosaic arranged in higgledy-piggledy moods,
nightingales sing sweet in the golden mean….