328 – Captain’s log

A discombobulated day
Full brimstone butterflies
Riding Bluetooth waves
Into the land
Of electronic nightmares.

A single, glassy eye
Crawling thru the sky,
Feeding on the bones
Of dead calendars
And broken schedules.

Chaos peeks discretely
Into the sparkling vortex,
Dancing on the blue flames
Where good intentions
Come to die.

A high-caliber shot
Of radioactive coffee,
A cup of maidens milk,
A sharpened spike of bourbon,
The vain wish to unwind.

The curtain drops at last
Upon this futile farce.
Sleep comes, and with it
The welcome peace
Of nightmares.

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