Chasing the Shine

It’s been a minute since my last sober slumber
Rolling under cozy covers. Here goes another tally mark
Diagonal, my rally start’s practical:
Fingering a spirit out a nearly empty pack of smokes
I’m like… I don’t even know
Dirty diamond thing of a self but I clean it slow
I be composed of chemicals from the products placed
Lay me to rest as a heaping pile of toxic waste
Stamp that on the real
My clan of seashells lamped into the e-realm
Rambling bout how we felt
Like drugs are the shit
Befuddled but coming to grips
Measure the day by the clumps of the thick mud on my kicks
Ok… Holla like a mockingbird
Reverence led to the spiders spooling gossamer threads
Eyes on the six leggers caught in the web
Like they gonna hit me with a tip to get up out of this mess
I’ve been taking my time
To create the divine
And when I wake and I rise
I start chasing the shine
It’s been a minute since I last seen a thunderstorm
Toss a couple branches to the lawn on a summer’s morn
I truly miss it, spotting the gloomy visage
Of the cumulonimbus looming like there’s doom in the distance
Salutations, I’m Lucas Dix
Shaper of the clay and the universe’s nucleus
Youth consisted of the chase without straying far
Following fireflies and caging them in mason jars
It’s all gravy, giddy in awe lately
Caught waiting, pause, witness the bark and the moss mating
Gone crazy like the normal folks
But instead of hopping on the meds
I’m heading for the 40s at the corner store
Damn, love it with a closing fist
Some will only blow a kiss
If they’re granted ownership
So as a growing kid I let them lightning bugs go
If I hold them in my hands they can’t dance and glow
I’ve been taking my time
To create the divine
And when I wake and I rise
I start chasing the shine
It’s been a minute since I tracked minutes
Out of time, out of touch, no J-O to pull me back in it
Cramped with it, 5 deep up in the bungalow
Where the people come and go and the happenings are punctual
No particular plans B
Other than do whatever tickles my fancy
Banging a game of billiards at the back of the bar
Or balling my sweater to a pillow for a nap in the park
Yo, I tend to marry to moment with the mystical
Often using it as an excuse for the shit I pull
Funny how the bellow of the battle cries
Can share a similar tone as the tremble of the alibis
I bet I said it a lot, cycle with the sun, moon
Weather and the whether or nots
Spotting the terrain for the Flying Betty’s
While still breaking my neck to catch this sky correctly
I’ve been taking my time
To create the divine
And when I wake and I rise
I start chasing the shine