Not all of us get the happy ending
Not all of us get the sad one either
Most of us get the open ended
Rattle-Tat-Tat Who-Dis-Mad one?
And frankly, with enough kicks in pocket
I’m pretty alright with that one.
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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.
Flirting with Death
It’s much easier to lie
in the afternoon light,
steady’s the humming
bird that takes flight.
Oh whispering wind
forgive me tonight,
how flirting with death
has been a delight.
Weird.
Did you know that feeling weird
suggests something supernatural or uncanny
and that feeling this way,
unsettled and mysterious to even yourself
is an extraordinary occasion for
growth and development?
Well it is, and for that, I applaud you
on this ability of estrangement
we so often take for granted, though I
take as a blessing, because you are a blessing.
Transformation
Any attempt to change who you are
for the benefit of another person
may, for a short while
make that other person happy,
though, with the proper time
and effort to change who you are
to benefit your own becoming
can and certainly will last a lifetime.
And when you allow this transformation
there’s an opportunity for progression,
making obstacles easier to handle,
freedom easier to give,
and makes love easier to receive.
it’s ok to feel blue too.
I think I’d rather not
I mean ok
Let me walk a block
Get my thoughts straight
Try and help out
Make you feel great
If this was high school
Basket case.
I think I’d like that
I mean no don’t
If you bite back
I could go home
Take my shoes off
Draw a warm bath
Some use a toaster
Here I’ll right back.
Got a new job
Got a new face
Got some new friends
To help replace
No that ain’t right
I mean ok
It’s a bad trip
Depends what you take.
Is that a sick joke
Or the new wave
Is that a cut throat
Or a switchblade
Is this real life
Or a showcase
No one can hurt you
Just be brave.
Had a dog once
His name was courage
He could sense pain
Like a surgeon
One day I woke up
He had broken
His chain and ran off
But that’s the breaks kid.
See the sunshine
And the bus stop
See the shadows
And the rooftops
Even your grumpy
Great grandpa
Smiles sometimes
Don’t last long.
So if you feel bad
Just know I like you
If you feel sad
I’ll feel sad too
We’ll sing a singalong
In a sad room
Kid it’s ok
To feel blue too.
It’s all understandable. (for every no one who ever was)
To be honest
and be open
put yourself in
her hands like you’re a toy.
There’s a reason
for each season
pollen eaten
her wind cradles a boy.
They know nothing of us,
and we
know nothing of them.
We all
just sort of pretend.
We’re bitter still.
In the air there’s a bitter chill.
Like a car crash
I tell you that
it’s not too bad
we both just try not to stare.
In the glove box
there’s a snuff box
full of coupons
I keep in case that you cared.
The leaves on the ground,
remind me
how powerless that I am.
It’s natural to fall down,
we all
just sort of try to fit in.
Leave me alone, no don’t
leave me alone.
Memories fill my head
like waves
crashing down on the shore.
Just as soon as they hit
cast away
back to the ocean once more.
To be bitter
or be broken
understand that
this is for no one who ever was.
sad suburban father’s
There’s a black cloud hanging over
the boys playing in the park
While they argue who is correct
mothers watch them from afar
Now there’s Billy screaming loudly
clawing at this boy named Mark
Who his mother she is absent
somewhere screaming in the dark.
It’s a Sunday what a fun day
boy let’s pass the ball around
He’s a shy son name is Ricky
staring at his father now
He is pitching like a Yankee
throwing hard with all his might
All the while there is Ricky
scared to death screaming inside.
There are blue jays singing robins
bugs and inchworms puffy clouds
On the playground there are children
swinging madly laughing loud
Cause it’s Sunday what a fun day
to be playing in the park
Except for Ricky, Billy’s mother
and Mark crying in the dark.
Now the children they all line up
ice cream bells ring all around
He’s a kind man I mean probably
he just smiles at the crowd
Screw-ball sundaes chocolate cookies
candy gleaming in his hand
For the children ask no questions
they just stand and stand and stand.
Now the mothers call the boys in
from the awful looking cloud
Billy’s mother reprimands him
as Mark’s mother has a cow
Oh your father she is shouting
Ricky hears her from afar
As his father whips a fast one
knocking Ricky to the ground.
There are stars now spinning circles
sending shivers down Mark’s spine
While his father who is furious
warns him hell boy you’ll be fine
As Mark stands and sees the dark cloud
fill with light ready to burst
Cats and dogs rain down around him
he thinks what’s he who’s on first.
So the moral of this story
is not what keeps you in line
It’s the people in the park who
I do not wish to define
They are people who like people
look quite normal in the park
While the sad suburban father’s
dingle dangle in the dark.
As Mona Lisa smiles at her Rembrandt
She’s Mona Lisa
looking across the lobby
With her eyes
transfixed on his cold dead body
While the kids line up
single filed and obviously
Unaware that there’s any problem
It’s a warm fall day
colored leaves spin around
And there’s this tired old man
selling shaved ice proudly
Nice to meet you sir
can I help you out
As Mona Lisa
smiles at her Rembrandt now
He was an eye sore for her eyes
it hurt so much still she had to look twice.
And there was something in her smile
lips spread thin like she was in denial.
I didn’t mean to
bother you it’s a habit
I just noticed you
looking lost or sad
With this expression
drawn like a bloody bath
Please now excuse me
I’ve gotta be getting back
Hey wait a minute
won’t you just take a second
To admit that something
is wrong in your head
And if you’d like to
call me sometime and
Chat when you’re feeling
better I’d quite like that
She wrote her name down on his ticket
her area code and seven lovely digits.
Then he wrote in the palm of her hand
a little note that read I think I’d understand.
So Mona Lisa
held her hands calm and steady
Framed herself back
against the wall already
She now felt out of place
like in a fictional setting
While some students
drew her in lines quite badly
What’s the point of hanging around
when rarely any good comes to you in this town.
Thats when she placed her name tag on the floor
and made out for Leonardo exiting the door.
oh well, oh well. (LOL)
Sometimes I feel like an object of desire.
Sometimes I feel like a down right cruel liar.
Sometimes I feel like nothing ever is
all that bad until then reality hits.
Sometimes I feel sad when you’re away.
Sometimes I feel glad like it’s all the same.
Sometimes I feel like a sad sack sucking up
to the kid with the cool hair that I want.
I don’t know man I guess only time can tell
where we go and when it’s time to give em hell
I just hope that I have the strength to talk
when it comes time to talk who’s gonna walk the walk?
Sometimes it’s all just too much to think about.
Get a real job, good career kid now settle down.
Don’t make your grandmother worry make your mother proud,
even though well hell she’s gonna love you any way.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve got it figured out.
Sometimes I feel like a widow black with doubt.
Sometimes I feel like throwing it all away
if I could just hold out perhaps another day.
Sometimes I feel like Times Square counting down.
Sometimes I feel like a cliche riddled clown.
Sometimes I feel like nothing ever is
but I know better than, but I know better now.
I don’t know man I think you gotta see this through
either way we end up free alone entombed
do you remember sleeping in the afternoon
cause I do I do I do I did and I still do…
Sometimes it makes sense like I’m a wishing well
today it breaks my heart to have to wish you well
tomorrow I won’t lie I won’t be feeling well
then after that who knows I guess
oh well, oh well.
Words Of An Average White Male 