dark is the color of my evening dreams
folded up in a cloak of darkness and
presented to me as a kinky fantasy...
daughters of the night united
sons of evil smiling boldly as they
rape and plunder my dreams...
swords and daggers fly through the air
without any friction float aimlessly,
pearl handle revolvers look for their
lost leather holsters and the cowboys
that misappropriated them - no likely
suspects come to mind... curiously
wrapped up in burrito bread, my nightly
vision pales in comparison to the dark
foe with whom I must do battle... it is
not so much a seize the day as it is
tuck tail and run... being a victim of
my circumstances I lay down my
excuses as if playing poker with a
royal flush... the odds of flying
faster than the speed of light are
greater... my bond with knowledge
fades realizing I'm playing spades.
September 20, 2023
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