Monster and Marlboros In the Rain

I awake beneath the sink of sky, the patter of raindrops collapsing against the breezeway of acrid dreams. The light of the refrigerator blinks against torrid eyes, shining impetuously on the last can of Taurine's gestation. I grab hold of clarity's false promises, and crack open a ripened sip of morning, walk outside to light its poison. Cold and fluid; the taste of inclement happiness seeks the buds of my repose. Tempting my lips to kiss the heart of fearless and youthful posture, as I pop the cherry of relevance with the ever throbbing hands of mortality. Bones shiver beneath tepid flesh, as the Earth soaks its tears into its own bosom, waiting for my blood to finally follow suit and go home. Not today; Today I ponder with nature. Today we spin the yarn of metaphysical riddles in valid unison because I seek, and it begs to be found. For now, we have an understanding. I am the fragile burden of this world; stardust molded into a wicked grin, born not to become a supernova, but to bleed slowly and suffer so that.... Well, I haven't figured that part out yet... For now, I'll just inhale this existence, one sun fall and rise at a time, and hope I can remember what it means to live, when I do finally, go home. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.