The metaphysical diopter motions to history,

pushing the candles of time into the forefront

of our eyes.

Like meadows in ear lobes or the silence of a bear.

Wide bells with clappers, ring loneliness into

the world of peanut butter sand and pop rocks.

Willow trees rise from black swamps of Yemen.

Brown oars dip into white water from the boat

filled with mermen and crabs.

Oceans of ideas rise into clouds and finally

rain onto the peaceful plains of Spain.

Ontological dictates muscle to the stage of fear,

laughing and throwing batteries at the audience.

Mighty umbrellas open in unison as the drops of

milk descend from heaven to nourish the cows,

who are so very very thirsty.

Faint of heart and used to attention, my feline

factor finds friendship finally and forever.

A feline fantasy fashioned from soap molded with

pipes and popes

snot and snakes

kites and cops

cut and paste.

Over my heart, the old man wails his tune of joy

like a barrel monkey in heaven who has found his

banana.