A Dawn by Any Other Name

A Dawn by Any Other Name

The Sun busts a move on the Eastern Horizon and jingles my jangles, popping me out of my subterranean state of mind.

So with a great show of force I push that wrinkly portal skin to a position above my eyeballs exposing those scrawny windows that look out on the stereoscopic worldview I call reality.

I know it’s not much, but it’s all I have to operate with in this time and place. Especially at this time which is not my favorite, as I would as soon back this truck called ‘Consciousness’ up and head back to the dark side, as I would pull forward into the light of the day.

Good Fucking Morning Earth!