Hum-Drum Day Poem by Vincent Cibelli

blah blah blah
smokin till my fingers yellow
smokin till my thoughts mellow?
got nothing to say
and nobody to say it to
got nothing to feel
and no one to feel it for
but i'd rather feel bad
then pretend (right now)
Now, Im a rolling mist
In a damp new england wood
Now, Im the blurring moon
In a clouded sky
Now, a cattle skull in the desert
Or now the mirage of an oasis
Im the highest peak
And the lowest crevice
Both places are cold
shall I say everything is good
In the unpredictable moment
deny numbness and pain
I could give it purpose in faith
reason in time
But id be denying, defying
Half of all human emotions
As shadows and fallacies
I cant deny that fire burns
The heart may sprun
Just as thoughts churn defensively
I can celebrate my misery
And cling to it when it makes me happy
Or content, comfortable, justified
Hold it as dear as truth
As close as lies
Passing, passing always passing
Recede,
Breathe
Complete