About Nothing But Really About Everything
Across the vast horizon it sits naked
defenseless to the forces of nature
the yin to my yang if that's even a thing
petal less and powerless but latches
on with a sting as if it weren't my wedding ring
three blinks to catch my bearings but none of it
I was herring red from the drips deep within
sunshine filters my dreams and at once
I have my visions intact. In fact was today
still yesterday or was I tossed into tomorrow.
It doesn't really matter when reality is only
chatter from a fake source of news, wait,
no wonder I snooze. No alarm set for me,
oh I did do one for three so I wouldn't sleep
through taking my much needed sleeping pill.
Now where was I , naked I guess, with a bottle
of red, sweet vision of white, alone in my bed.
About to bid all a good night.