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