Celestial Seasoning
I don’t know how to write this And make it right Then again the perception of wrong is not mine to own… So here it goes, tea spilled: I rattled off years, While pointedly exposed And then afterwards in its hilarious, delicious digital retelling To the owner of those years: 1990 something again and again 2000 something again and again Dates transposed With as much accuracy as possible With the subconscious in charge In each cell vibration Its universal return Like simultaneous sunrises On different continents Sublime pleasure-scape Over and over, over the years Pinks building to hot pink Orange, Red Until the sun peaks, Mellowing the sky Lulling to satiated rest … Knowing in all this exposure This isn’t the first time My escapades led me to The Southern Cross To escape each of those years (Even the ones that hadn’t happened) Yet… There is no deficit, I have gratitude...