fixin' to die is all i hear
the sun is rising…the monkey talks of chasing
what’s left from last night’s delight
still up and running inside the brain;
a quick run to score some more to dream about
is what i need, not this morning’s dying light...
so how much we still got for food money?
in a young morning.
sun shines in silhouette;
a pearly gates opening
to some deranged mind.
cookin' my brain
on what seems to be
a very promising chemical
only to be eaten by
several hungry ghosts
that lurks in the
back of my head.
* published at piggpenn.blogspot.com last january 27,2014