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
And
That’s
When you know
Part of you is dying.

I hold a glass of port in my left hand
And
A star in my right.
I can
Samba backward
With
No music
And
Dream of paintings
At night.

Just remember,
The ocean
Always has your six
And
The sea floor offers all-night dance lessons.

Metaphysically speaking of course.
Onwards and upwards!