Rolodex

I’ve got this Rolodex emotion

Whose contacts intertwine

Like a bramble of commotion

When I’ve dropped another line

Feeding Nature

Feeding squirrels

I’m reminded

How clever nature is

And how clever

I am not.

A Simple Game

His thoughts were tailored by

The absence of himself

Her words sincere but from

The mind of someone else

Each clicked like a chess clock in the park

Played by strangers in the nude

It’s a simple game we complicate

When we react before we move

Her thoughts were tangled by

The silence in the room

His words unclear because

They sounded from a tomb

Each fit like a shadow in the dark

Exchanging others clothes

It’s a simple game we complicate

What we wanted with the truth—

I’m not a gambling man but I’ve played a hand or two

I’m not a fable or myth but I’ve read what sounded good

A tired man sits idle in the park asking questions with his eyes

I’m not that man in the park but what separates the two?—

It’s a simple game we complicate

When we react before we move

It’s a simple game we complicate

What we wanted with the truth

You’ve Got A Point.

The lengths we’ll go to prove a point

are nothing compared

to the lengths we’ll go to save a life.

Your Cynical Smile

There’s something cynical in your smile

as if I rubbed off some and forgot to say,

that I’m not that kind of cynic.

And I feel no joy from any of this.

The World Without Us

For those of you

incapable of happiness,

hang in there.

As without us

the world would be

an even sadder place.

Amongst Other Things

My confidence comes and goes

like passing showers in Southern California.

The Patient’s Mind

The doctor lost his patience

One too many times

They would wander like school children

Through the cornfield of his mind

In their single filed silence

Was no ordinary line

Because the doctor and his patients

Walked for miles in simpler times

Stories and Mythos

It’s not exactly the man

that makes for an interesting talk.

But the stories of the man.

And the mythos of the man,

which more often times than not,

are much wiser than the man—

Leaving out his failure

to remind him what he lost.

Untitled for Ariel & Jack

Oh, how the light

Always manages

To see through

The dark.