Not ready for Paradise

Not sure I want anything more from this.

Feels like I have squeezed all the juice out of it.

Its no longer refreshing.

It’s no longer sweet.

When I wake my mouth tastes like I have

been licking my dogs crotch.

I brush my teeth.

Crest is like minty formaldehyde.

The taste of death.

I do the dishes and make a cup of tea.

Four tablespoons of honey.

Fresh cream

I feel a little better, sweeter at least.

I will wait and see what tomorrow will bring.

Life offers occasional twists and turns

like a movie that starts out for shit until

the femme fatal reveals her surprising cleavage.

Life pulls rabbits of a hat sometimes.

Sometimes life reveals its subtle purpose

hidden deep inside loud stupid histrionics,

Sometimes a revealing blouse is as good

as enlightenment.

Even now, as I have this thought,

I am giddy with anticipation

My nihilistic bent is

side lined for a brief albeit

resplendent moment.

Derek Earl Houghton

On Consideration

You too would want to make the world pay for your suffering

if you where born with no talent, one testicle, and a name like Schicklgruber.

Derek Earl Houghton

Count Me In!

Count me in. Your lie is better than the one I have been living.

Plus it offers a nice feeling of  community and obsequious  quiescence

quite distinct from  my current fortress of  solitude.

Derek Earl Houghton