Far Out Man.
As I emerge
The doctor hands me my first monocle
I write book 8
And play with quantum particles

Only to contemplate the great question
If there’s a God
What is his complexion?

Does he use L'oreal or Maybelline
“Common let me see your holy sheen!”

I leave the hospital that day in great reflection
But as I walk down the frigid street
I’m met with new directions

“Here take this!”
A crowd of cheetahs insist

My jaw drops
I had no idea cheetahs could talk
They poke me and knew I wouldn’t move
So they stuff me in the furry spandex suit
Looking down I see that I’m golden brown
They cheer “Elkman!”
And make me prance through the mystical town

We near a rickety wooden pier
I hear “Elkman!” growing louder
As whiffs of charred chicken molest my nose
I wonder what the hell is out there

Arriving at the sight of delorean chicken coops
I’m just in time for a speech
“Are species is about to commit a prehistoric breach!”

Everything turns bluish white
POOF they’re gone
Wait...POOF they're back
My head spins like a reversed record track

The sexy beasts stepping out of those machines are more suave than Marty McFly
T-rex’s climb out struggling to grab champagne and cheers to their heist

Then like fireworks I see rainbows shooting through the clouds
Dragons fly overhead
And chipmunks float towards the ground

They gracefully sway wearing berets in fragile little bubbles
Making a hexagon type formation
And carrying a ukulele precisely towards my direction
“Play! Play! Play!”
The crowd chants
I smile
And grab it as they start to dance

For every step
I play a different note
Like a musical
Every movement spoke

We were all at peace
So ravished by the here and now
My fear of being eaten by cheetahs seized

I get lost as I close my eyes
But when I open them all I see is different versions of me
Each a reflection of what I perceive

Like the end of a movie everything cuts and fades away

I mouth words but can’t speak
I move my chest but can’t breathe
I know everything but can’t think
I cry and my voice echos on repeat

“Where the hell am I?”
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This poem was inspired by the ideas of Kelsey Schumacher, Dustin Peverill, Carrie Pieper, Holly Weaver, Alyssa Naylor, Trevor Sells, Thomas Kaufmann, Samuel Blanford, and Kristopher Gurley. Thank you so much, It’s hard to believe we made this poem a reality!