Cutting steakhouse onions
instead of working,
singing while jerking off,
life is good.
Time travel exists,
and I am doing casual keto,
reading while some ghost
is playing the piano.
It's just rained,
TTPD is playing,
I am caffeinated
and celebrated.
I am never more present
than when I am trying
to get a good booger
while driving.
And here I am
in Orlando fucking Florida
with different parts of my past
whizzing by me.
I know nostalgia
is mostly blues music,
but it offers surprises
in every song and smell.