SLIPPERY AS A PEACOCK

Slippery as a peacock
I went sliding down a mountain
of tears.
I had travelled through the sword fields
and gathered cocktails of ants and sheltered honeycomb.
My mother turned into a statue of cheese
and spritely wombats devoured her
before a collapse could say, "drown me in chocolate!"
A thunderstorm blew its bebop dirge
in celebration of this unsettled earthquake.
And of course, I went dancing in mad masquerades
while a hatter appealed to the stumbling of ice
in a tourniquet made on the moon.