Don’t be ashamed.
We’re all going somewhere,
even if that somewhere feels like nowhere,
it’s still somewhere.
And you know what?
You won’t be the only one there.
Honest.
I’ll be seeing you.
Monthly Archives: November 2018
Commute
Purple sky.
Blinking lights and a deep sigh.
Cars pass by.
The Photographer with a Degree
We
are
a
dime
a
dozen.
And
nobodies
asking
for
a
dozen
of
dimes.
A Common Conundrum
There
is a
brief
window
as a kid
where
they
don’t know
about
overtime
morning commute
time and a half
cut hours
nor should they,
because
they’re kids,
kids who need to let the adults speak
you tell them all the time
so
when
the kid’s
all grown up
and wants nothing to do with you
don’t forget
all
those
times
the kid
just wanted to play.
Daily Fighter
The
world’s
got me
beat up
again.
Like
every
great fighter
on the ropes,
I
can’t quite get the sweat from my eyes,
blurring my vision
of the battle
I’m sure
to
Win.
Life is short
Life is short.
So don’t question
the chance to
laugh.
Let it rip!
Pudding
The
proof
is
in
the
pudding,
but
I
don’t
eat
pudding.
So,
shit.
No need for a title
I’m not sick
but I am tired
trying to grip
anything
that will hold,
because
it’s been some time
since I’ve been inspired
and life has a way
of taking its toll.
Broken Men, Broken Women
Good men
Are broken
By broken women
Born of broken mothers
By broken fathers
Who’ve broken
Good women
Picking Daisies
I know Matt Whitaker
I don’t know Matt Whitaker
Except, here’s the thing.
We’re not picking daisies
Mr. President
you’re running the country
Mr. President
and you don’t even know who you know?
Mr. President
America is not one of your companies.
America is not your next big deal.
America is not another bankruptcy for you to cash in on.
Mr. President
we’re not picking daisies,
but if we were
she’d love you not.
Words Of An Average White Male 