Poetry - Busted

I was sitting on the back porch, mid-July

Having a beer when a beetle bit me

Which caused me to depart, so to say

Into a trance where even the dead couldn’t wake me

So I played while I watched my body float

And the beetle whispered a whistle as it shrunk

And disappeared into my beer bottle bottom

Well I was stumped

Then I felt a slap on my butt stronger than death

(I had fallen off the porch at this point)

I rolled my 15 year old body over

And caught a wide glimpse of my mother