Yeah, happy, happy, happy and all that shit…
The blade runner time
didn’t start this year,
no flying cars,
but we have more artificial people than ever.
Many of them are running our supposed country,
So I’m sitting here, smoking,
waiting for the demons and imps,
the ones I usually hold at bay,
to come beating down
the walls of my mind
and demand their Christmas presents.
The bastards, they think
because they have a place in my head
they’ve earned a place in my head.
it’s all about me,
but it’s all about them,
and how I’m going to try again
to evict them by drowning them in eggnog.
(Brisbane, California, November and December, 2019. See my other work here and here.)
Categories: Arts/Literature, Photography