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My focus is a pinball
There is no
If
And
Or
But
About it
My focus is a pinball
With
No
Credits
Left
To play.
You don’t have to smile
If you’re not smiling today than good.
You don’t have to smile today.
You don’t have to smile tomorrow,
but you will smile again.
And when you do, I’ll be there
telling you I told you so.
And it’s going to be a great time.
It’s going to be better than before.
Bohemian Blue
Scott wouldn’t let me leave
he said
where do you have to go?
Stay, have another
we’re your friends you know.
How much cash you got?
That’s it, no more
21 dollars even
and thanks for being here.
breathe
Get out of
bed
Untangle from
sheets
And
breathe
Each day
new
Another crack at
life
measured in peanuts
It takes more courage
to know your worth
and walk away
than to stay, resentful
knowing that your worth
is being measured in peanuts
Mountain & Molehill
I climbed the Mountain and broke my ankle on the Molehill.
I no longer see the difference between,
watching my step like a raccoon in the night.
Pillow Talk
Alone, is where
everything makes sense.
It is all the other times
that haunt me!
But I’m sleeping better now,
with a few lone nightmares
tucked under my pillow.
Just in case
I get lost in a dream again.
Just in case
I forget how to wake.
Will you, be there to haunt me?
Or have I just been alone
after all this time?
Whether or not you noticed, partner!
I’m kneeling where I stand.
Toeing the edge
There is a fine line —
like a tightrope walker
toeing the edge —
between
complaint and contradiction
that makes me want to set
this whole word farm on fire.
One for the kid trying to be strong
The other day
I had a good cry
but to tell you the truth,
I really don’t know why.
Perhaps it was the past
or future, or present
it doesn’t really matter though
just so long as it happened.
Because sometimes the universe
can make you feel ill.
Other times though it can give you a thrill.
And on those occasions where
the walls trap you in
it’s natural to flood your way
up and out again!
Words Of An Average White Male 