IN THE BLENDER

Trapped by sight
as the Vickers
of dark and flickering light
bring their
idea of prefect bright
into my journey
lasting
all night.
And often it thus shines
with rays of excuses
so absurd
that I can hardly
swallow
a single, solitary word.
The brew of envy
is often
a dangerous blend
mixing
those moments when
emotions are what we spend.