Poems for the zooted and the zonked

Between walls

Between walls

The age old feeling

Of being a rock climber stuck between two narrow cave walls

The sky just above you, birds singing, planes flying unaware to the fact you are stuck, limbs tangled and contorted past intended function

So everyday you must climb out, continue hiking, scaling, spitting and clawing your way to the summit

And at the end of every day, like clockwork you fall in between another pair of walls.

The old man up above sitting with one leg crossed over the other

Kicking in amusement

In his recliner, high-ball glass of whiskey swirling in hand

"Heh heh! This old bastard, forgot about him...

...eh let's see what else is on"

Inevitably a cowling gust of wind will suck you back up to the surface

Spirals of bright winding lights

whirling

This is the part where it's personalized to each and every conscious being

Maybe for you it's school

For another it's college

For most it's the 9-5

For some it's the needle or the bottle or the gym or the throttle

But everyone has something, damnit