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A bat in the cave will keep the doctor away,
Or so Billy says.
He says that:
Looking in the mirror and laughing is
Pre-emptive warfare
Against enemies yet unknown,
yet to be discovered by the
24 hour news cycle in my head,
the tabloids plundering my ship,
mining its weakest points for the benefit
of some unknown tension
for some unknown bow
for a very known archer.

Possible experience is
Too Big.
The path of a whole life isn’t a box of cereal
But the difference is evasive, she said
And with a bitterly pitter-pattering heart
this realization numbed him.

A bed in flux,
Flashing in and out of existence,
In homage to the many clothes worn:
A pause button for perspective,
I desperately seek
As Zooming through monotony,
I look at the black sky overhead,
wondering is it a vulture or virus
A vulture it is and I turn up the stereo,
Another casualty of the ambiguous scapegoat,
Fate.

‘Argh’,
the day away in wakeful slumber
and fumble around Truth’s prickly, slippery bra strap tomorrow:
this moment is a tyranny upon my soul,
and I’m trapped in their
randomly interlocking concentric circles
that form vast Ven Diagram webs-
welcoming to both Pollock and Buddha.

Looking out at my miserable empire,
I feel like Alexander should have felt.
Anxious,
Bewildered,
Unprepared.

Habit is Reason’s mischievous little brother,
And the trick is to not ask,
“Who is my mother?”,
But, rather,
“How do I keep Jimmy clean?”