Open Season

The storefront is open
after a brief vacation
where old friends meet once more
time has no concept here
merely the rise and setting of the sun
formalities
mysteries
and reason
have no foundation
just another evening
to connect with greater sea of insanity
cresting over the Las Vegas Strip
every bill comes due
ignoring it
will not make the issue go away
only fester
like an annonying family member
or flesh eating virus
total consumption
give precious blood
sanity
surrender to the waking hours
which never cease
even during the off moments
all these folks pay
heading off with their product
to tiny little islands
marooned in a mental sea of conversation
sex
and rememberance
until the feeling wears off
redailing friends numbers once more
to recapture the white light