I asked them to come but they couldn’t. I went there, as normal. Time whirrs deviously fast. The night is hazy, due in part to the bonds of our friendship. A poisoned bee-hive plays host to the gravity games, where the art of making honey is a thing of the past. Instead they drop one by two to the floor; I’m still around. Some bees didn’t care, ‘cause they never needed that. If they could read instead of buzz, they’d care less.
Suddenly, the crisp air from my childhood invaded my nostrils, registering with their responsible nervous system counterparts. Clarity, mayhap, clairvoyance, from a past decade unshifts into the contents of my thought process register. Though received so acutely, how could I possibly process this connection beyond time, to make it a different today?
Booyakasha, fo’ real, check it, innat. Don’t you fink todayz a new day? No rude awakening, but my flight must have been solo. Batman’s new. Oh, Hi Kelsey! There’s a song without a name, or is that a band without a song, or a name without a song in hand? It tastes sweet while it lasts, but maybe because it is commemorative. I want to stay either forever, or leave now. No in between, trust me I’m sorry. Life’s got work and I’ll not admit to enjoying it, but I’m playing the game because I was forced to. “Play or perish,” from the four brilliant corners. Shaun of the Dead, wow. Smile for a while. She #1 is here, then gone, then she #2 appears, weird. Not many she’s in my life, so I’ll count them while I can. ‘toons til dreams overtake.
It’s a little late to wake up. Star Wars is good, like I remembered. Every one of these today’s is for really waking up, I mean really, not like yesterday. Change your tune, cause you have to. Tomorrow’s not solo, but it’s rude. Floors are clean (a case of the Browns), thanks Murphy. Star Wars is good, like you expected. Times have been worse, but they’re always at the same time of the week, you know the time. My signature resignation, signing off, without reservation.