I Was So Much More So What Then

Cool breeze slow dark jazz

puffy clouds green tree tops

occasional boom of fireworks

yap of a dog.

I had my yada yada yada chance

of a lifetime so that’s done.

I’m not just a lonely old man.

It’s still life as long as you’re breathing.

Occasionally there’s a hallucination or

a waking surrealist dream to make it interesting.

I look at the news and think I must be dreaming.

Reality goes full blown Fellini/David Lynch.

White Rabbit scurrying while there’s still time.

Meanwhile, the breeze doesn’t care,

the clouds don’t care

sound doesn’t care…

to them, it’s all jazz.