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
new found 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
Copyright © Nefretiti Morant | Year Posted 2013
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