Portal in Slime…

Or should slime be time?

Boy, I have no mind,

Not since it was reduced to slime,

Far from your normal mind,

It is full of goo, but still it is mine…

To the past I have traveled,

Thru my portal, coming unraveled,

Becoming part and portion of the general rabble,

No one however knew, how to play scrabble,

This could be considered just a general psychobabble…

To the future I have journeyed,

Never yet have I left on a gurney,

Returned I have, on a cot with salve,

Wish I had, when I returned, an attorney…

To trek to other planets,

Not an easy trip, still in all one that is kinda hip,

Passing thru the stars so bright & sky so dark,

Makes one feel as a god but quite stark…

Inner earth, an interesting expedition,

Entered through the throat of a volcano, be sure to have permission,

As it is a very hot & tumultuous transition,

Hopefully, as did I, you will pass without any ill effects in condition…

I have yet to traverse,

To the bottoms of the oceans, herein I have to curse,

As this vacation was pre-arranged, by the gods of the sea,

And since, my passport therein has been revoked,

As I have been told, I have scattered too much debris,

On the surface of the oceans, never have I, but they all seem to disagree…

                   © ed – 4/20/04