Fishing in The Bottom of The Cerebrum

 
Black eyes that died many moons ago
still hold power to eclipse a heart
even if it's only momentarily.

Eyes, eyes, eyes
you'll never really know
what lies behind,
strange shit is lurking in the
mind, mind, mind.

Where am I?

I was told Earth yet I'm not real sure.

Macaroni and cheese is disgusting.
Globs. No globs for me.
I write this willingly
no one forced my hand.

There's cat hair in the weed
maybe I'm tripping
or I'm not.

Cat wants in my lap
he knows I'm busy
doing nothing
when I could be cleaning,
his litter box.

Enough about the cats!!!!
Always about the fucking cats!!

I do love them, maniacally so!

Where did my joint go?
The lighters gone too
I'm gonna assume they're together
perhaps it's for the better I let them go,
yeah I don't think so, need my weed,
kitties and pot, its all got.

The day is getting away,
so relaxing, especially knowing
the night will be taxing my soul.

Blazing saddles and trails up in
the brains wild fields of thoughts
and dreams, shit is as it seems
shall we all scream in unison?