You recommend a book to me.
I read it till my eyes grow tired.
It’s not a long book by any means,
but a book this good doesn’t have to be—
To make my eyes feel warm like fire.
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(miss)Understanding
At some point you just let go,
and that need to be understood
just drifts by the wayside.
Like a dog is a dog, a cat is a cat—
with or without the mustard.
A kick in the head!
I will always be curious
and allergic to cats.
Ain’t that a kick in the head!
Caffeine & Nicotine Us In The Clouds
I was so enthusiastic to discover
everything about everyone
I was a Private Dick and ready
to solve every damsel in distress
Though everything and everyone
I touched who was beyond my understanding
Stood like the usual suspects
unaware of their crimes, I was
spinning round like a carousel horse, free
though beyond my own control, grease painted thin
I was taken for some silly clown
a misread fortune-teller’s sideways frown
Day tripping through town, I was told
I was flipping out, but over a rainbow I found
all that I had ever wanted trickling down
those front porch steps of that old rented house
And I was captivated by everyone’s truth
as if the words she penned from my youth
so effortlessly then, like I do now
Caffeine & Nicotine Us In The Clouds
sailing high above the unbearable doubt
Wow! Did I ever sail onward or did I just drown?
As silent as a mouse searching for crumbs
in the floorboards of some dilapidated house —
But come on we have the internet now
which keeps us farther apart than ever before —
What I thought wasn’t then is manageable now
as I pick from the parcel small pieces of how
brilliant are the stars before they burn out
And how I sought to discover what I’d already found
her peace with another brings peace to me now.
Put me in a coma
Put me in a coma
relieve me of this sense
Kill me with the karma
you use in your defense
In this life I’ve been lucky
as quiet as a mouse
The 9 I’ve since departed
like kitten’s claw a blouse
This pine scented aroma
of Hitchcock and suspense
Pawing at the dharma
crows circle in pretense
For once I thought the nut house
a home to mice and men
This state of being’s smartened
this boy’s escaped the pen.
Another night, Bohemian
Strange! Bohemian’s more like it,
how it’s all so curious
but there isn’t a cat in sight.
I think I’ll stick around a little longer—
just for kicks, another Scott…Another.
Good nights with decent people, that’s all.
a cat cradling yarn
Don’t fool yourself
I’m always listening
like a cat cradling yarn
I can get tangled too
but understand this
I have not the time
nor patience, for hollow eyes
or condescending felines,
who’ve been cute in their foolery
though you sir, are not
so as I walk away, I thank you
for your time, believe it or not
I’ve been listening my whole life,
and you’re a tangled mess
that I refuse to fool myself into believing otherwise.
Words Of An Average White Male 