the lonely fingers of time
cast coins into the nickelodeon
of my mind,

images intertwine,
like my blunt laced with opium
as visages shine

through the prisms 
of my spirit’s chandelier,
as I view and listen

memories glisten,
while I sip Everclear
to the vividly visions 

viewing love lives and flings
failures and victories
spewing the emotions they bring

scuffles alongside sex scenes,
the brisk and the blistery
shuffle the songs they sing

I earl 200 proof
onto my portfolio of poems,
then hurl embers from my Cush, 


poof! sparks ascend to the roof
and out my astrodome 
dark, illuminating the truth

the present is a present...