The Mushroom Cloud

A whirlpool is stirring in my half empty cup Until I’m intoxicated on my wavering path I tumble from dizzying heights halfway up My life is a nuclear winter in the aftermath All I’m gifted are signs of a dead-end ahead The light in the tunnel is a mushroom cloud How I love the euphoria as I storm ahead My lungs implode as I scream out loud!!! I sip a mood through a road of absolution But I’m chronically thirsty for peace and truth My skeleton was not built for this exhibition But my lies are buried deep within the earth My memories dance with galvanized ecstasy I toast beyond recognition to a life half lived The mushroom cloud is a perpetual furnace The fireworks mocking all that I’m bereaved 09-15-2015 Tbang