Poetry – Consciousness Drops

I was flipping through some old notebooks and found this poem filled with cross outs and squeezed-in words.  In reading it, I decided that I liked it as it seemed to well represent the time in my life when it was written.

Consciousness Drops

softness touches my cheek
like a pillow of clouds
depositing the sands of sleep
beneath my lowered lids

consciousness drops
the final curtain
on a stage

veiled by surrealistic visions–
Dali’s stilt-legged elephants

coconut hoofbeats
echo infinitely
in a hollow hall

the vast magician of nothingness
steams vegetables in my brain
trumpeting madness and casting shadows
against the dark night