I missed the plane to Neverland
Because I tripped on someone else’s luggage.
Infuriated and saddened at my loss
I screamed at nobody in particular
When you know
Part of you is dying.
I hold a glass of port in my left hand
A star in my right.
Dream of paintings
Always has your six
The sea floor offers all-night dance lessons.
Metaphysically speaking of course.
Onwards and upwards!