By David R J Sealey
an endless chasm yawns below me,
a bright yellow platform draws me in,
into a geared mechanism, a chain
to an emerald island suspended in the sky.
hop down onto floating stone blocks
the pull, drags me on to a gold coin
glimmers and vanishes in my wake,
into a star shaped halo, and away.
both feet first through fungal skull,
in a corpse that disappears and crudely
crushing sentient beings underfoot and
before jumping up and away, off the wall.
out of a ragged hole above the clouds,
that they may hold my weight then
above the horizon; a ship appears,
of the blue skies making haste my way.
cannonballs tear towards me with a grin
I find a flower that fans flames at my whim
my jump and catching, I slide down the mast
terrible balls that burn through decking boards.
the great ship tumbles towards the ground
to freeze as I catch sight of a rooftop and leap
I slide down a green drainpipe, dropping through the
into the boudoir of a scholarly mushroom.