Blindsided In Holy Smoke
I dreamt of being transported to a strange alien land
The sky was splattered with lumps, of red gooey sand
Spacemen appeared through it, with rubbery hands
This wasn’t on my bucket list, I could not understand
Another blip sent shockwaves, from above my head
These spooky apparitions, where filling me with dread
Holy smoke billowed up, and was starting to spread
Tears filled my eyes, forming a most peculiar watershed
Consciousness was with me, but sanity was in doubt
Behind the holy smoke, a blurry spaceman called out
“Bring a crossover line, we’ve got to clear the mouth
It’s not looking too good, we better take another route”
Metallic objects clanging, triggered anxiety all around
The holy smoke dissipated, making a hissing sound
Alone and frightened, I was now sliding underground
Buried in a noisy tunnel, claustrophobically profound
Lights flashed over and over, in a flicker show display
I could see a picture emerging, maybe groundhog day
Perhaps a Dali painting, morphing surrealistically away
Which blended eerie intrigue, into perplexing dismay
I cried for holy smoke, as breathing was no easy task
Instead it was replaced, by some tightly fitted mask
A voice said “no more smoking for you, don’t even ask
Do you enjoy life in oxygen tents, and nebulising flasks”………..oh!
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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