good night

 On a good night

Maybe once a fortnight

I sometimes go to heaven,

I can’t say how long I stay,

Because there is no time there;

But it’s on a hillside

Always in early summer

Warm,

With a few fluffy white clouds

And swifts doing aerobatics

In a blue sky.

I sit outside on a wooden bench,

With friends around me,

Sipping ambrosia ale

Or soma beer

Which has no side effects at all.

But then I have a real urge to urinate

And wake.

There is no way back again.

Yet.