Dream or out of body experience???

I was dead and long gone

My autopsy-disemboweled body frozen in morgue

I was not alone on the cold steel gurneys

The face of the beautiful nurse came

Drawing the sky blue hospital sheets over me

 Then I was a spirit with the gift of ubiquity

Rising from my death bed trapped in astral body.

The soul looked at the cadaver it’d been trapped in

For years and years of mortality

Felt like Nicolas Cage in the City of Angels

As though I was Ian in the Deaths of Ian Stone.

Cover of City of Angels (Snap Case)

The fricking-fracking thing was that I was a ghost

Invisible and invincible as I materialized around

Human anguish vanished, unrelenting peacefulness took over

Was happy to be free of grief and responsibilities.

Some winch pulled me from the earth

Felt myself rise in sinuous smoke strings

High up above skyscrapers and mountains

Felt the warmth of the sun above

Everything like a rumpled calico quilt below.

Life down there seemed fuzzy and unreal

Everything reduced to nothingness

A flock of birds flew by me in different formations

The Boeing 747 pilot didn’t see me

Clouds hugged me, bathed me in soft mist

For once in my life felt free.

My mind refreshed, it was blessing

Saw my human life in crystal clarity

The hide-and-seek childhood games

A lil’ kid sitting knobbly in church

All the people I’d known and loved

The first kiss with a cousin, and the incest

Happy yet hollowed days.

For a strange reason I thought I should have lived longer

To see a son, a daughter and a grandchild

I hadn’t even said goodbye to my darling cousin

It happened so fast, soon it was my obsequies

Those whom I was close and dear to cried quarts

Oceans of crocodiles,

What did it matter? 

I was now a ghost.

The sky was now earth, everything fuzzed

The world I had roamed vanished

Dreams of a good life on the fast lane shattered

Thoughts of heaven and paradise flooded me

Thoughts of hell made my ethereal heart jump.

I didn’t know where my astral body was going

Only that I was going in one direction – up, up, up

Either way it didn’t matter – I was going home

Heaven or hell, I wished I knew which one

And then I arrived

Yikes! Thank God it was a dream.

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