the solace and succulence of solitude

when you deal all day with people

who think that relevance is relevant

you listen to their definitions

not conversations

 

doctrines, dictates, decrees

you try to keep the language

on the consciousness of clouds

wrap yourself in a shroud

of nods and “wow”

 

it’s not that i think they are not intelligent

and i am

i just think that nothing matters

and all this chatter weighed with worry

is a flurry of wind

here than gone

as brief and meaningless as the moment

we are in

 

sip your wine, smoke your weed

guzzle you gin

in the end

hopefully you will have know laughter

in the disaster that is dancing

with the damage caused

by the storms of existence

 

wash the pain down the storm drain

with the realization that expectation

is the love child

of thinking things happen for a reason

and are thereby something is doing this to you

and you take it personally

 

there’s no such thing as curses or blessings

good fortune or luck

or circumstances that suck

there is just your perspective

regarding events that have occurred

 

nothing orchestrates or conjugates

the verbs that cascade

around the surround sound of our senses

 

but everyone speaks

defining disorder

invading their borders

and all the citizens living within

need to see the threat

as if hearing your words repeated

back to you

is the path to inner peace

all conflict will cease

and you can have the life

you always wanted

 

anyway that’s what i hear

well, use to

now i longer listen

as you warrant you wants with words

and when you leave

i light a smoke

wet my lips with whiskey

 

and rock in the cradle of the thought

that not only is this moment

all there is

but i also have no control

over the processes that procreated

this moment

 

the only thing i control is how

i let things affect me

and when i am wasted

well, i forget all about you

 

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