Not So Reality

Not So Reality Loving quiet time Absent radio static chatter free Driving through black skies road opening before me sight lighted by street lamps stretching vertically across this driven horizon My mind drifts And I find myself fantasizing about A life lived through dreamt desires Collecting the mail checks magically replacing bills Folly of a reality so called reality Questioning Who made it, so huge and intricately woven Having difficulty digesting Big ole beige pill This I wonder as I proceed through my undesired routine; of not so fun work followed by anticipated work and not vice versa Wanna Alice a new pill slide down a different rabbit hole decapitating a job’s necessity rewriting paper scrapped new blue printed feeling into existence what I yearn, crave and desire a place to write as the children play in the adjoining room audible laughter as I write poetry and prose evoking imagery in rooms client less where the only problems I fix are my own and debt is circumcised where I’m perpetually full-termed pregnant with writing, days are more than halved with family time folded in with soul mate time then sprinkled in with friend time. Feeling this into existence each night before I overdose on life and succumb to sleep newfound perfected existence Where writing and creativity are vigorously occurring continuously, I wait patiently with gratefulness on the shores of this summonsed life rolling toward, a smiling anxious me Excerpt from Not so Reality