I was once an Astronaut

I was once an astronaut.

I wore an odd outfit

and sought out another world

beyond here.

There are many ways

a mortal may feel

they are defying gravity.

I made a cocktail from a few of them

and blasted off

as the familiar things

fell very very very far

out of view.

Outer space was dark, cold and

weightless

the aliens I met reminded me

of wolves as they smiled and told me to

take in the view.

Maybe I blacked out.

Maybe I woke up.

But I continued to float

out, out, out of orbit.

I was an astronaut without a crew.

Floating through some wasteland

A space man without a clue.

I saw explosions and supernovas

in my brain

volcanoes and dormant oceans

new territories to claim.

I floated past dinosaurs and meteors

balls of light and sharp knives

with blades that grazed me.

Danger felt lovely

because pain was

light years away.

I awoke in a violent sweat

next morning

on a day without a date

and then dined with little green men

as the sun rose and it's black hand wiped

away the myriad of stars

like gnats.

Gravity had waited

patiently for my return.

And how heavy I felt once I returned

and found all the stars had fallen

into a smoking heap around me.

for they look much different

from down here.