I slugged that last beer
the familiar vibrations
vision blurs
like sand falling through hand
hard to grasp.
laying down
aching sides
take 2 ibuprofen
maybe 3
but never 4
the headache never really goes away
lighting another blunt
huddled in the corner
like a slave
the chilly Missoura autumn wind unravels
the mysteries hidden within that brown paper
"Theatre Vision"
The joy of watching a movie
but the movie is you
and it reminds me
wherever I am
I'm still here