“12:02 AM—as I lie here in Sphinx pose.
Reversing the popular direction
Of chronic leaning forward.
It’s been arched all day—I contemplate fiction.
And—non fiction.
Life, and “not really life.”
I’ve always ever been, fiction.
I think real life terms often
One may see a dollar bill,
And think to shop in an instant.
Another might that same rectangular
Piece of cotton, as a tissue of the federal reserve.
The Rockefeller family that’s late to
Invite you to dinner—oh well.
Maybe a date with the 1%,
That alienates one's mind.
Too much—I know.
As they look at me funny;
in a Starbucks line.”
About the Creator
S Sad
•conversations in rumination•
{{Free energy poetry}}
#slswritings
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