Boiling Point
2019 October 21
Fire lights flickering down my canoe
Synchronic lights of true reflection
Reveal my past and present
Nothing between those two felt pleasant
Unfulfilled promises splashed with a dip of raw uncertainty
Adding the seasoning of guilt
Waiting for the crossroads to simmer
Turning into a hard mush
Channeling the myth of happiness to a slow boil
Throw in the gristle of my long lost love to add flavor
Not too much memory because it will overflow
A hint of coarse black ambiguity
Hold the ionized optimism
Stir the River of Styx until ready
Time held still as my lies rocked my canoe
Devil’s tail came reaching in to test
He figured I was the best
And decided to serve me to his guest
As the main course
With no mention of desserts