a dialog at 6AM

i wouldn't call this poetry, just me having fun after watching some rakugo

Follow me now
Oh
No?
But
A writer's dream...
...a poet's plot
Onwards!
En garde!
Close your eye now
Have I not been blind?
Perhaps
Whatever you mean
Blink!
I am swimming in Styx
How so
You impish prick
Why always so dim?
Why are they looking at me
Whirlpool
It stinks!
Why take the long road?
Wait - where's my drink?
You're on it my friend
Ah
Just a few bruises by the bushes
I must not
These walls are man made you know
Isn't it all?
You're missing the point
I'd rather feast along the journey
You seek pain
I seek wonder in monotony
What wonder is a blind man lost in the sea
What sea?
Oh...
I am blind
You are not
As far as I'm concerned -
Are you even concerned?
As far as I am concerned I'm simply having a hard time crossing these rather squishy and wet bushes
Do you know who I am?
My healthy eye

Author's Note

(it's about chosing the long poetical and glorious way instead of the monotonous pointA-to-B approach and dealing with that one side of you who's just not into it)













YOU IMPISH PRICK!