Escaping Poem by shimon weinroth

there is a gargoyle perched
on my conscience,
and a dragon knocking at my door
a host of weird creatures checking my accounts,

a crick in my neck
looking over my shoulder
numerous crawlies swarming
without passports,

magic has landed on my shores
choice has multiplied and
the gods have taken over
no telling what comes next,

mini-cellular phone swallowed
at breakfat serve out the week
I am teleported by anti-gavity pills
good for indiestion, bewitched by gadgets

drugged by moving pictures
life exploded into reflections
reflective and and reflecting causality
necessity, abandoned this world

for the unreal and fantastic, without a budget
employment and food, politics and rude
the world of real too harsh and cruel
I, me, and myself escaped this domain of pain

with a nod of the mind
and a wand of magic
on a flyng csrpet
puff out and vanish
into a dream land