Written from within the relative safety of an ongoing superiority complex.
The reasons my eyes look so dark
To you
Are in no particular order, as follows;
Daylight
Darkness
Buses
Trains
Babies
Mothers
Absentee fathers
Absentee friends
Alcoholic tendencies
No dancing
No running
Banks
Bosses
Their bosses
Their bosses
And so on
Impatience
Insecurity
Damaged synapses
Rerouted thought patterns
Roadblocks thrown up by dead men
The dentist
The doctor
Typewriters
Computer keyboards
Basho
Buk
Childish
Rollins
Stipe
Wilson
And the rest
Cocaine
MDMA
Marijuana
Other people’s cigarettes
Other people’s roll-ups
Caffeine
Fear
Disillusionment
Abandonment
Overcompensation
Joy
Love
Principles
Adrenaline
Painting
Sculpture
Horror
Melted clocks and movie theatres
Intelligence
And understanding of the souls of men
And women
I could go on
But I have somewhere to be
And so do
You.