From the battles and chains,
the feel of sand under toe,
walking the beach like a champion,
feeling the cinema of your life,
pumping in your heart,
the thrill of destiny floats,
through your lunges like a smoke.
have my coffee,
Smoke a cigarette,
A lot of marijuana,
Find and charge the phone,
The condition of modern man is to always be charging,
always looking for a plug.
Find a song to start the day,
Turn it loud on the headphones,
So I don’t wake the world…
I was up at 4:30 today the third day of Fall,
Searching in the dark for an extension chord,
To run to my car,
So I can read the papers on my laptop,
And contemplate world ******* while the world sleeps.
And that last hit felt good in that special way,
It always feels good but sometimes
There is this other feeling
A numbing of the brain that opens
A portal to a feeling
That triggers a knowledge of a knowledge.
Sweet blessed ****, let it simmer,
My new world is almost real.