No, Seriously. How was your Day?

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Oh please, what are material pleasures to a creative like me?

What are they but a baseline; a kick-back to remind,

That there is yet a world that exists beyond, well, me.

 

What is a climax to a man who can fit existence

Into one potent and ephemeral verse, a nebula

For you to see from here to wherever on the map your dart hits.

 

Sorry – what was that? Oh, this sounds a little erotic?

Well, why not go the full mile and restrain me

Just don’t awaken a hidden kink in the process;

That was erotic too wasn’t it? Well too bad, I can’t help it.

 

Once I’ve delved this deep into a piece

Every word begins to bleed into the next

Psychedelic, like cursive, the words connect

Fishy how I get hooked. Ecstatic, yet sporadic, in how I receive and relay

The ideas that accumulate and manifest on the page.

 

Okay, enough with the showing off *ahem*

 “Dear reader, how was your day?”

 

– O.D. ©2019

 

Art by:  JoeyJazz

 

If you think I’m only messing around, read the title again.