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rand0m th0ught #109
most things I imagine, ultimately get dismissed
by someone very familiar to me,
yet stranger than any fiction I’ve ever written
rand0m th0ught #107
in their confident voices, I hear only ignorance
but than again
my fly has been down all morning —
naturally
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
*Footnote: #101
random thoughts: we all have them, every second of everyday, so it’s no surprise when they pop up from time to time in the least and even a lot of times, expected places, like, hey, I was just thinking that, that’s my idea, or a kind of, sort of, variation of what I was thinking when doing X and Y throughout the day.
We’re very much alike even though it can feel like we’re so very different, but different in a good kind of way, a constructive way, a way that universalizes our emotions and expectations of ourselves and others around us.
I can almost guarantee you have more in common with the guy bagging your groceries, or pouring your latte than you do with fellow employees, or even some friends for that matter.
So, I’d like to propose that these rand0m th0ughts be an open platform to share, discuss, question, debate, relate, or even just to vent, with purpose of course, how full of crap menial thoughts throughout the day really are – perhaps they’re not?
Let’s decide together.
Conversation is key, and I look forward to hearing back from you readers, writers, and all around daily thinkers of rand0m th0ught.
option C
Surely, this, isn’t, healthy
but the alternative just seems
so entirely soul crushing
that if this, is, so, unhealthy
than there surely must be
an option C: since A & B
are now, defunct.
when Whitman sings
I often hide the cover of the book
I’m reading,
commuting on the subway
or relaxing over coffee,
like anyone would care
either way, because yeah!
What if they did? They don’t.
But what if? And how does one explain
his book of choice, when more than not
the books I read give me no choice! Aha!
They’d label me pretentious, surely they should
but what if they didn’t?
Would I really have time for a friend,
when Whitman sings and celebrates self
Oh! You better believe I butt in.
circus-pocus
Not one trouper builds a circus alone.
(I could go into detail about the intricacies
of setting up and breaking down a circus
but now is not the time or place for that.)
When a clown throws a pie
he doesn’t expect the trapeze artist to clean it up,
but she helps out anyway, knowing
that he believed in her, marveled at each step
while she danced on air, inhaling her courage from below.
fears of men
The fears of men
are as trivial as
children, picking children in gym,
they never change
they just get bigger.
This guy at the bar ain’t half bad!
This guy at the bar the other night
tells me my poetry aren’t poems
but rather songs
as he takes my phone
and begins singing them to himself.
These are great man, he says
really good stuff here,
as he sings, flipping back his hair.
And I don’t stop him, because why
would I stop someone
who’s turned my pain into pleasure
when I’ve tried so hard to do just that.
Hell! This guy’s voice ain’t half bad!
Words Of An Average White Male 