The Colonic

I was feeling heavy

so I went for a colonic.

The operator hooked me up

much like they used to do with telephones.

Water forced its way into my rectum

clearing out the excess shit and toxins.

Or so I thought before the operator gasped

and fainted on the floor.

Dinosaurs and dodo birds were

spinning in the tubes.

Pixies rode on unicorns

with silver whips and gold batons.

The ten lost tribes of Israel clung onto the

hanging gardens of the ancient Babylon.

I watched as history rejoined itself with myth
to be complete outside my bowels.