Days And Confused

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.

i swear

sometimes if i stare

i can see atoms and molecules in the air

breakdancing and riding bumper cars

all kindled, staticky and charged

as i turn my attention to a litter of stars

or moldy, green cheese orbiting and stretching all the way to mars

sitting crooked on a stool, waiting for last call at bars

floating in the trevi fountain

as i wait for the elevator on a matterhorn mountain

my shelf tilting with a collection of fermented urine in dark, labeled, jars

matter's not mine, it's ours

even if it spars

with steel, nickel and bronze stringed guitars

Author's Note

“The stars are God's dreams, thoughts remembered in the silence of his night.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow
You are taking us on an imaginary trip to Italy, Switzerland mountains and to the stars.
I'm hoping it was not the booze that induced all of that, for when they are ready to close the doors, they kick out the patrons.
Thoreou's quote summed it up marvelously.

[Pete]

lol. i should probably be locked up somewhere. thanks sami and happy holidays.

[Sami Khalil]

Happy Holidays. You are welcome sir.