Just a Thought

Funko This Is Fine Dog Pop! Vinyl Figure. Photo via Amazon

In the real world 

My world, 

I’m always in the same position on my bed. 

Against the waves, 

Across the plains, 

And my head resting against the cabinet, 

Like it’s the only thing keeping me upright at 2:00 a.m. 

Matter of fact, at my two- o’clock sits that Funko Pop. 

“This Is Fine”, 

Permanently calm 

In a fire that never ends. 

I don’t know if it’s supposed to be comforting 

or mocking me. 

I look at him, 

And I click my pen on to start. 

“Can we talk about the political and economic state of the world right now?” Okay…well everything feels like it’s melting, 

shifting, and drifting in ways we all have gotten used to as “normal”. But some cities glow like fleeting stars, 

And people walk around 

With rehearsed smiles 

Like they’re clocking in to a role 

they never auditioned for. 

I feel bad for them then realized that’s me too, but I’m indecisive and simultaneously preach that “ignorance is bliss”, 

like everything is fine. 

My pen is going on and off, like a bullet train of thought, one after another. Oceans rising, 

forests shrinking, 

I’m scrolling fast enough 

to blur the bad parts 

into background noise. 

That’s just every once in a while though.

I just don’t want to play today. 

Yes, I’m on this team but sometimes I just want a break. Is that okay? 

I’m done. Now I want to sketch 

Into the tiny cracks 

at the corner 

That only shows up in my own world 

around midnight. 

It’s always a wild yet peaceful ride, by myself. Then I go and spoil it all by opening Pandora’s box. I’m used to this cycle 

yet shamefully mute to returning constants everytime. Next to me is my window, and myself, and I know but nowadays can’t fully recognize. 

This is the reflection. 

Replaying movies I watched throughout the days And still somehow lose the argument against myself On my own time. 

And all the while 

That little dog at my 2 o’clock 

smiles like he knows something I don’t. 

Like he’s waiting for me to say 

“I’m fine,”’ 

just so he can nod 

and keep sitting in his flameful daze. 

I say it tonight just like most nights. 

I am. This show has no reason not to go on. Afterall, that was just a thought.