you’ll always be either
too skinny, or too fat
if you’re looking through the eyes
of another,
at least that’s what I saw,
it’s what they tell me
all the time
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rand0m th0ught #105
it’s not the socialites with expensive cars
that I envy, it’s the people who butter my toast
and their diligent nature, that like fall trees,
I can’t help but look at in awe
It is a musical
Locked in a windowless room
there is no time,
only the faint sound
of what I imagine to be
cars passing by, and the ho-hum
of emergency vehicles,
truck tires and angry squeals
exhausted pipes, clinking steel
turbine engines far off zeal.
It is
a musical,
here in the dark
outside, I know, it’s everything but.
rand0m th0ught #104
look a little less
in the mirror,
and a little more
inward,
it’s funny, telling all this
to my reflection
rand0m th0ught #103
broken doesn’t necessarily mean
waiting to be fixed
mouthful of blues
I can see you now
gaily waving,
while I swallow
your mockery
in one crisp bite,
I don’t know
if you notice me
choking, but anyway
it’s beautiful how
you seem to dance
in the light,
and what stories
we’ll tell enveloping,
I can already feel
you fight,
this ain’t your first
time being selfless, and
this ain’t my first
mouthful of blues,
I just can’t help it
sincerely,
yours
my admiration for you.
rand0m th0ught #102
if a child falls
in Bushwick, Brooklyn
but there is no one around to hear them
do they make a sound?
rand0m th0ught #101
our most lost days
can be our most found,
it all just depends
what’s lost,
it all just depends
who’s in the bin
give em hell
You are not great
You are not special
You’re another puzzle piece,
a letter of scrabble.
But spell great without the G,
or special when missing a C,
place yourself wherever you fit
it’s for them you’ve got to be
they’ll take credit either way, so
if and when you tell
listen son, be a good girl now, when you’re all worn out
it’s best to give em hell.
blue jay’s back
blue jay’s back, cloaked in sun
hopping from grass to concrete
his colors I lack, flutter from wings
they drift-float-and-pass all around me
as I turn my back, cloaked in shade
I can’t tell if he’s mocking or loves me
Words Of An Average White Male 