Everyday Complications

She’s blue, he’s blue, I’m blue—we’re all blue in the thick of great things, this defining moment, this lolling retrospection, this relentless time-machine that we call existence—the wondrous brain-bomb, the love in the face of pain, extraordinary automatic thinking, silent brooding of extant arms and legs, even woeful disposition—nothing ceases to surprise our day as much as a wrench straight into the vortex of our whirring Zion, I come so entirely undone, I’m of scant use… oh, and the search?  How’s the business?  Take it easy man it’s only a ticket to another world entirely?  Let me show you the universe in a fistful of words, let me subject you to the penniless of heart and pocket—do you know the difference?  Do we know that we’re all drowning in the deepest cauldron? a bottomless flight down and down—and it seems these are the only things that take my interest: irksome issues, troubled demeanors, unsolved equations, vexing violence of body and mind, suicide bombers, teenagers, unemployment, and the rape of the natural world—I have seen my share, and more than I wish, I’ve been human for far too long… thus I treasure simple libations and crossword puzzles, pointless saunters, vibrant conversation, and mass exodus to cafés for what’s “it” for the time, because tides are caressing new earths everyday, and light simply is...