Real Life

“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.”