That Bonzo Time

Today I’m having bonzo time as apposed to bozo time where everything is important or at least through a different filter and shadows and light become important and sounds take a different meaning and it is hard to focus on shapes but motion attracts attention and all the senses seem to be inflamed in excitement where thoughts of the past and the possible seem as real as amendments to the Bible because we could instead of forming another religion and instead of worrying about being bombed or bombing we get a leak from the scientist that we are about to be swallowed up by a black hole and there is nothing we can do to avoid it so you can stop payments on your car and put away your golf clubs unless you want to play through and that sound on the song you’ve played over and over again is brand new and thoughts wander to why some people can see the same vision but can make the words to describe the ordinary into extraordinary without a blink but the dishes are washed and the bills are paid and there are flies in the kitchen but it is trash day so they will be gone soon along with the recycled recycle bin awaiting for the party to start for there will be a party in the warm air but too lazy to deal except to lay in the shadows for the next day to come enjoying bonzo time.