Rum, Sugar and Lime

I’m going nowhere except where I’m headed and even that isn’t important.
I am Human Walking.
The signs of my modernity have been left behind and I am now free to wander without anchor.
An empty pocket has become the depths of my lungs; a wasteland not reached in decades–
A far safer place than this city of smog and vomit that has kept me warm and robbed.
I am a thankful Human Walking.
Nevermind the filth; I still must breath.
Over puddles of unfortunate rainbows, fallen stars and dragons, I Dance.
And so my mantra begins, 3 steps: out, 3 steps: in, 3 steps: out, 3 steps: in.

I move through space like a plank, lifeless and soaking up Zen,
My mind is full of finger pockets that drop like Tetris under the daytime Moon.
It is my unopposed puppeteer moving me through my daily convolutions
that spaz in the fetal, muttering inefable and clever things.
I now become shaken over ice, strained, simple and perfect:

Rum, Sugar, and Lime.