And my bleary eyes attempt to focus on the page. Jasmine scented incense fills the air. Many big ideas fill my head eternally as I attempt to stay up all night. The demons and ghosts are out in full swing. It’s not All Hallow’s Eve but my Celtic blood boils in this late night fervor. The hopes and visions retain their nominal luster. The 100 watt light bulb shines on in pale imitation of the moon. I hear the wind outside as it taps on the window acknowledging Autumn. This is the reality that I must fully confront tonight.
The midnight lamp
shedding effervescent rays
of nocturnal light
Very pretty
Like a blueberry it is a dark circle
Of the skies and symbols of night.
Debilitating dread is always plight.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
thank you for the kind words
thank you for the kind words