Another blinker off the pen And my head is floating in the clouds. I was feeling weightless when I heard the strangest sound. I thought it was the wind Just blowing my senses in. But a shadow crept Closer now to where I slept. I called out into the night, Who lurks there in the dark? Surely, I’m not losing my mind. My senses are still somewhat sharp. Alas, my mother would disagree. She says I’m smoking too many trees. Put down the devil’s lettuce And get on your knees. Pray the temptation away And live to see another day. Perhaps it is her on the other side, Nagging me until I die.