Elsewhere
In the theatre.
I drifted into the ether
And went elsewhere for a while
There were lights and action
And then I left in style.
It’s left to my imagination
Others watched me go
Though the places I have been
I don’t really want to know.
It happened in the theatre
The players dressed in gowns
Like surrealistic aliens
Resembling morbid clowns.
Potions pumped into my veins
They call it anesthesia
Bound for senselessness
No recall and amnesia.
I went there on a Wednesday
And left there at high noon
I returned an hour later
Muddled in a swoon.
They told me of the journey
And what it is they’d done
And instructions for recovery
None of which was fun.
Now I’m on the other side
And elsewhere is where I’ve been
I’m glad it’s done and dusted
And I’ve now left the scene.
©
David Rudder
2014
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