“How are ya feeling tonight shithead? Horrible? Nauseous? Can you see the white light yet?”

You crack me up parasite. Why would I feel horrible or nauseous?

“Because it is always about you. You this. You that. I. Me… It sure makes me feel horrible an wanna puke just thinking about you.”

Try the new salty chocolate. You’ll feel much better.

“Chocolate?”

Yep.

“Feeling much better now. Say where’s that white light coming from?”

Inside parasite. It comes from inside

***

And so the rivers rise on the news of rain coming

On a shore of rambling rock polished by past events, caring less for their future

A way of showing direction, of communication, of something tasting like the first apple.

~

Moss does indeed grow on a rolling stone

Walked upon by a small bird searching for something

Anything with a meaningful explanation.

~

The bite is sweet with the temptation of something more

To the core, the very seed of inspiration

While the rivers wait to succumb to an icy freeze