Who'll fly with me in my allegory?
We'll plunge from a cliff down into the deep, blue sea.
Come sing with the fairies and dance in a tree.
We'll traipse through old movies, phantasmagorically.
Who'll revel and writhe in my quaint imagery?
Come slither and slide down a metaphor with me.
Come and touch a dragon. Come and slay the sky.
We'll play together with language, just you and I.
Not a good poem. Not a deep poem. I'm not much of a poet. It's just a thing I thought of this morning and finished up this afternoon. Maybe I'll work on it again sometime.