I stepped into the room and spun the globe
A world of magnified madness started to fly
Countries stuck to the walls
Oceans fell to the floor
Mysterious islands went out the door
I was glued to the window
A spring memory in orange sun
I could hear the menagerie of birds through the glass
I lit a pipe and took a puff or two
The birch trees are quite white I noticed
As they straddle the horizon with bark groins
I want to get lost inside those ivory soldiers
What would be on the other side?
A new world with new hope
Where the licorice tastes like butter
And everyone isn’t so hateful just better
And the poppy pods breathe milk
To calm yet another day
A yellow porch I rock
And watch time make its way
Through the canals of the Earth
Your thoughts?