A shot of moonshine
Every night before bed
With Mr. Eddy or Tigger
My head rests on lilac feathers
A plethora of stars revolve my crown
picture perfect is mundane, so I’ve been told.
Too frequently my eyes droop
So I pry them open
The night raves by
A shot of vodka or honey
…..or whatever
I imagine counting sheeps
’till my breath steadies
yet time deepens further
The wishy-washy wondering mind takes center stage
The physicists of the relative law knew it better
The only thing standing between human
And reprogrammable telomers
Flying automobiles of the future
An overpopulated earth ‘coz liberals outlawed abortion
Remains the vitality of time
A tide that never ends
Again I’m up
A goblet of bourbon or diazepam
Whichever numbs quicker
For a nanosecond or a day
Letting darkness have its way
Delivering me to the gate of an unrealistic muse
Six more hours of paralysis
Just another flinching terror
disguised as pure bliss
In all this chaos I forgot to add
counting time works better than sheeps
