The underlying message

Before you fear the story

Or judge the storyteller

Look at the period in time

The story told was written

To fully understand

Without pride or prejudice

The underlying message

Seated in the summer sun

Seated in the summer sun

drenched in heat

reading a novel, alone

how sweet.

With memories of you

drenched in heat,

feet stretched out

along the beach.

Where in the summer sun

you’d sit and read

a novel too, my mother

sweet.

While you’d watch us kids

the swimming sea,

and how you read

effortlessly,

I never wondered then

like I do now,

how a quiet lesson

could teach me how.

I turn each page

my mind at rest,

my mother’s sun

warm on my chest.

FAWAP!

Awake now

on my back

thumbing through

Kerouac

rattle-tat-tat goes the rain…

While the birds chit

and others chat

another day’s here

Oh, what’s that Jack?

ho-hum-mum

FAWAP!

one page at a time.

I sit, and read:

—”Comparisons are odious.”—

sipping, my tea

with birds feeling studious.

It’s calm.

I am happy.

Counting my blessings,

one page at a time.

die a King in your fantasy.

I don’t want to be a burden

I just wanna sit here and read.

So if that’s ok

then the band can play

I’ll look up a couple times to see.

Everyone who’s silently cursing

checking out the latest feed.

There’s someone I knew

from another life

I look away so they don’t notice me.

It’s a living, a hard living

the barista says while pouring cream

a couple swirls and a twist

now there’s a swan swimming in my drink.

Guess I never really felt like drowning

I just swam in this misery.

I guess I can’t complain

I made my bed

skipped my prayers

now I’m counting sheep.

Guess I never really felt like dying

just romanticized how life could be

it’s like a game of chess

you protect the Queen

and die a King in your fantasy.

Cause it’s a living, a hard living

it could be worse is a common phrase

a couple riffs then applause

now the band packs their noise and leaves.

If I have to take a vow of silence

plead the fifth in double time.

With all due respect

I think I must confess

I cracked up like a nursery rhyme.

Still I can’t sing that song without crying

so whatever shall be shall be.

I guess the world’s the same

rinse repeat complain

the punch line never hit with me.

So if you’re living, a hard living

here’s raising this glass to you

and if you’re worried, don’t worry

there’s bound to be an answer soon.

Cause baby I don’t wanna be a burden

I just want to write my poetry.

Because I’m not a rock

or an island but

ain’t that the only way to be free.

“majordomo”

If I don’t know what a word means

I look it up on my phone

I type “majordomo” for example

And learn that it means

“a chief steward in a large household”

And it’s that simple

It’s quite refreshing in a way

Like I’ve led myself to water and know now when to drink

Change.

It’s clear that you are trying.
But things have changed,
haven’t they?
You have changed.

And that’s a good thing,
change is good.

But it’s clear, from us
looking in
that you aren’t quite yourself
you aren’t quite as we remembered.

And if you are,
then clearly we too, have changed.

But we haven’t changed,
not really, in the sense
that your new found glory
has taken control.

And if I’m wrong, tell me.
Tell me something beyond common sense.

It’s crystal clear,
isn’t it?
Us know-it-alls, know it all.
So for now, you’re out of the club.

And that’s a good thing, rest,
because we all come back eventually.

a not too special little thought that’s as comforting as a freshly plucked sliver

I sit here and write.

If you read it, good.
If you don’t, fine.
If you like it, better.
If you don’t, that’s alright.

Either way I’ll sit here tomorrow and write.