in search of stars and mermaids
I stepped onto a rocket ship
hoping it would take me away
from all earthly woes
a couple hundred bucks seemed
like a fair trade toward becoming
more or less ungrounded
the view from the top supersedes
all things seen and unseen
no matter how fleeting
like a beauty queen
unstrapped and plummeting
supersonically
gravity fought the law and
contained me
inside an asylum disguised
as a yellow submarine
far below the oily surface
september two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Damn. This is so good. I’m particularly drawn to the title, the second stanza, and the closing three lines.
I’m elated you find favor with this one, Shawna. Thank you for your comments.
Thank you for your poems.
The wonder of dreams. Or the confusion of reality. A wondrous combination
yes indeed, thank you, Ærchie
wow
thank you, Lara
That last stanza so much changed the perspective… great write.
Thank you, I’m elated you think so.