day in day out

My eyes are shut
Like an air tight door
On a rusty mothership
Orbiting earth
One last time.

But, I can see shapes
Calling out to me
Like drowning souls
Cold in the arctic ocean
My ears are plugged closed
Like an aquarium container
holding the last humpback whale
able to mate.

But, I can hear the window blind
Tapping on the glass
Like a dimpled drummer boy
On his way to battle.
My feet are curled up
Like the eyelashes on a girl
I saw in a magazine.
Still posing for the camera

But, I can feel the icy touch
Of the arctic submerging
Me in dreams.