over hangin'...

we slept off and slept on
wherever and whatever we landed upon,
horizontal in manner and quite sofa prone,
with a disconnected incommunicable phone
and remotely armed for a real time maximum bowl update
and I'm not sure why beyond trying to fill
whatever part of the brain,
to distract from the pain of that which was still not quite functioning
and making me ill

the cat incessantly perched on my skull
as she knows quite well
how to agitate
when tolerances are in a weakened state
and we thought a short forced hibernative shutdown
would be enough to reconcile our biological imbalances,
to realign mechanisms for reasonably efficient blood flow
ha!

there was this incredible chili with a sneaky heat
that warmed the bones from head to feet,
opening a portal,
one for the poisons to escape from... or to
as I was leaving the directionality up to them
as any decision making was not going to happen on my end
and so there I be,
one giant cumin and pepper induced oozing pore
and I could've had more,
but that meant getting off the couch and reheating the pan.

It was a new day yesterday
but an old day now
and synapses continue to misfire
and the medulla oblongata lies pulseless, dormant...
cinched, pinched with tourniquet force as the spine refuses to link up...
an interface
without a place
to connect to.

didn't someone say we were too old for this shit?
we ignored them, right?
we celebrate to achieve this state of being
and damn if we don't always succeed
and we'll do it again next year at a drop of a hat...
because we are too old not to
because the next time a wayward though thought spent mortar
might not be so aptly positioned in the fire pit
so as not to maim and put a damper on the whole bloody evening...

had to be there....