I put up curtains today.
They’re so cheap and wrinkled
that they’re transparent.
They’re perfect.
I put up curtains today.
They’re so cheap and wrinkled
that they’re transparent.
They’re perfect.
At the end of the day
here you are
in a box
with dirty thoughts
tired but unable to sleep
strong but ever so weak
hungry unable to eat
fierce but intolerably meek
crazy isn’t it
how four walls is all it takes
to drive a sane man mad
and a madman sane.
There are places
for people like us
under bridges
gutters
dumpsters
caves
out of sight
and out of mind
naked and alone
where only those
with torches
pitchforks
and love
can find us.
No matter how much
people want you to believe
something is of great importance
remember that it’s still
just a bunch of people
standing around
shuffling their feet
trying to look important.
Up here with the
bees, flies, wasps
and air
breathing
I am but a guest
however
if I was dead
we all know
I’d be dinner.
I remember headlights
unexpected guests
and the shrill cries of horror.
Then silence.
And relief,
that haunts me to this day.
soft and slow
candle flame
spins and dances
infinitely
contained by its wick
unable to reach
higher than the wax
which grounds it
If you can manipulate life into a form
that suits your needs then wear it.
Or walk naked if you have to.
Either way,
Winter is cold. Summer is warm.
Spring is boundless. And the Fall is inevitable.
In this life
the naked and clothed
are one and the same
some just get lucky
while others wear the blame.
Don’t fool yourself
you’re nobodies fool
you couldn’t fool me
I couldn’t fool you
around and around
this fool proof plan
was never intended
for women and men.
hunched over coffee
it’s 6pm and Sunday
a solemn afternoon
there really isn’t more to do
but watch passerby
smile hand in hand
planning one another’s future
in the corners of their eye