I smoke cigarettes constantly
And drink wild amounts on unreasonable nights.
Struggling to stay reasonable and rational,
Irrationally dreaming of my dead friends who number five now,
I am that unreasonable bachelor, bored and apathetic,
Bounding and dancing to and from existential crises.
I have traversed treachery and ecstasy.
I have writhed and wept and loved many times.
My ascent of the mountain of madness left me tired.
How can the universe still be so remarkable?
How can a bleary-eyed comprehension of existence
Be anything other than utterly exhausting/
The worst times of my life are so arcane.
The universe’s unfolding seems so unrighteous but unshakable.
Perpetually wetting my cheeks with innocence tears for all life,
I see blotches of colors and madness everywhere. I don’t feel poorly about it.
What do you care if I daydream multi-colored sunflowers smooching while playing violas on celestial beaches?
You shouldn’t because I don’t mind. In fact, I love my nature.
I love every moment of this imperfect, bluish green, serene eternity.