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
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