SuperNova Afterglow Spews Embers of Time

Sunrise...Sunset

Since the new meds...

Poke, Poke, Poke...

Nothing turns on. I just lie here in bed. I put on my music playlists, streaming Spotify through Roku on the Tv in the room, and a few words gush out, sometimes forming what I can construct into poetic formats. Can't say that it's a satisfying process. I don't look back at what I produce, unless it's to break lines, group words and select what seem like functional punctuation.

I'm well. I wonder about interaction, reviewing, thinking I might try. No plans going forward, I close out the screen and stream old shows to binge, reliving Monk, Castle, Big Bang Theory, or keeping up with new shows like B Positive, The Unicorn and Zoey's...Playlist to name a few.

I took a turn at the wall of social media platforms and kept on walking down to this flowing river to witness a oft-brilliant sun rising and setting without counting the departures, or subtracting minutes, hours and days from what's left of an already long and seemingly unfulfilled life that once held promise.

I'm not substituting delusion for anything real at the moment, either. A deck of cards, ten games of solitaire in a row and plans to play cribbage on spring break soon striving. Like Papa Hemingway, much hard liquor to consume in Florida about to come. The sun also sets.


3.15.21