The Imagination has its Feet in a Cement Block

The imagination has its feet in a cement block
And is trying to break free of the head
But keeps sinking down into the sea of the unconscious
where it gets shoved around by opioid-drugged pufferfish.
“Owch!” it bounces off one. “Owch!” it bounces off another
The pufferfish drift by unscathed
“Can anyone help me get my feet out of this cement block?” the imagination asks--
its plea a gush of impotent bubbles.