Gullible

Peering over my balcony
On the hundred and fifth floor
And onto the wild blue yonder
Over there past the seaside
The harbor and the cruise ships
Lining it
Just beyond the foggy horizon
A dark fuzzy image
Eludes
But i don't mind
It's only momentary in my awarenses
Other things other thoughts prevail
Like who am i?
What the hell is this?
What is my place in this seeming place?
And why do i wonder about it?
Ahh
i am alive or so it seems
i breath or so i tell myself
i smoke
My consciousness is something
Bravo i know that at least
Another drink of dark rum yes
Then it doesn't matter
Only amuses
But still i observe
It's some kind of obsession
Why am i interested?
It's all a ruse a play a farce a show
i put my hands on my hips
And greet a passing gull
He squawks back at me
Turns his head in flight
His black eye meets my blue
What was that for?
So many questions
And thankfully
So few answers
Another sip
Wait gliding wanderer
Swing back
Shake your head in flight
If it's true
He does and he doesn't
Leaves me perplexed
As it should be
The balcony fades under me
i smile
Think i heard a gull giggle