Black is the absence of light

a smoky smoggy brown sunrise

shadows grow over lazy eyes

kept asleep from darkening skies



let enlightenment invade

your problemsless slumber

smell the saccharin sanka

see the world anew

awaking up

morning tea

diminishing dreamsof the night

where peace slept and your contentment lies

turning on to the one-eyed monster

dropping anchor in its subliminal harbor



I could surely do

all that this guy does

I could indulge all his broads

but I'm not him

Rosy glasses ignore

that all is tunnel vision

to choose not to choose

is a decision