Plastic

nirvana is within walking distance
shrouded
by countless dragonfly wings
from earth to the sky
eels rolling little balls along the ground
between trees and toilets
creating perfect avenues
where angels toss
their bales of hay around
above unblinking eyes
scattered like leaves all over the place
the sighing of giraffes
and song of motors
the great one glistening
droplets of soda
skittering like feet crossing the moon
as it reposes in the vast ocean
held in two hands
and released like a dream
into the day that never ends
harkening back
to the glittering scales of time
as it slithers away in every direction
and hung like bandit
grinning to death
swollen breasts
lethargic molecules
sick of duty
and coming up with something
new