In all honesty,
I can’t handle
my liquor –
Even in pure consciousness
as clouded understanding
grows thicker…
There are no meatballs
in these forecasts;
Even substantial chunks of logic
haul themselves up
at half-mast.
Laughter resonates,
fuel for thought pilots
of hopeless bombast.
Free as finality,
so they say,
free at last,
bright as the day.
And I…
Release all
that’s not worthwhile –
even admittedly, I smile
much less ;
anyway, smiles don’t last…
Not in wherewithal.
I do my best
but only because
someone has to heed the(se) lessons
of gratitude, humility –
Ignorance of bliss.
Found my humanity
on predestined crash course –
And…I like my highness
without a horse,
More so than I do
the buzzed whimsy
of lonesome remorse.
Kayfucius 