an answer

finding peace here
what a wonderful world
where we can expand the islands
and create jungles
and mysticism
and worship the pixels of our youth

the way I slip into that happy place
the one and only where
crackers and peanut butter and honey
mix to make magic
or at minimum a malnourished meal

finding an escape here
where bodies aren’t lining streets
and pets aren’t abandoned in the aftermath
where wedding rings don’t need to be used
for collateral
for the protection of snowball or fluffy

the way I like to doze off when the weight
pulls at my veins and asks them,
why do you still bother circulating the blood back?
why do you think the reabilitation of oxygen
is going to make a difference?

finding satisfaction here
knowing that amongst the insanity
of which fortunately I am never actually a part of
I can turn it all off. I think television
designed that off switch for me
during one of the many reruns of our syndications

the way I lie under blankets
like the embarassed child I still feel lurks
and hope for rescue from the evil and unknown
and desparately plead for help for the world
from no other source than humanity.

do I need to still wait?
or will there ever be an answer?