Light
this is who we are
light
forget personailty
desire, memory emotion,
At home 8am
after shift work
I rested on my bed.
My bedroom window
was covered by heavy duty
black plastic
to stop the light from
getting in.
I lit up a joint
a friend had rolled for me.
One toke and
I was gone.
The room was immersed
in white light.
I thought about
saying something to the light
but I got scared.
I decided to butt the joint out
that was some crazy shit.
I wondered what the hell
my friend put in there.
Must have been light
I guess.
And were the Velvets booming out in the background: "I'm beginning to see the light..."?
ReplyDeleteOr maybe that's just something I'm adding to your vignette!