nocturnal

there is nothing more simple
nor more complex
than that which is found
within the mind
at the hours
past midnight
where upon the wine
and the whiskey
take hold of the mind
allowing both the beautiful
and the mundane
to become intertwined into
a quagmire of existence
while my guitars
sit on their stands
in silence
as the radio plays
some tune that becomes
an incantation for relief
from the mediocrity
we all somehow manage
to live with
inside our brains…

there is no true solidarity
nor true solemnity
when the mind
can no longer rest
because the remembrance
is as jaded as the reality.

ejg