Delving into the Backyard of Your Mind

Have you ever taken the time to get ants drunk?

Maybe you once studied them
through a magnifying glass,
in and out of their little hole.

Maybe you once, while studying them,
accidentally eliminated the ants by
the swelled sunbeams hovering above.

Did you think that it smelled like chicken?

Maybe you once turned yellow
in the un-fun house’s memory mirrors,
half-baked, half loony bin bound.

Maybe you once, while trying to escape,
slipped on your own guts and slid
for a fortnight’s worth of delusions.

Were you screaming on your descent down?

Maybe you were laughing like
a tickled child on a its birthday,
bladder control disappearing quickly.

Maybe you were, as frightened as can be,
looking for that something that can
never be found by those searching.