a deer in headlights

Some days
staring into space
is all
a boy can do.

Like a deer in headlights
an accident waiting to happen.

Others
the act
is a blinding
waste of time.

The difference is clear as night.
It can go either way.

Updates, Headaches, and Suppertime

The more my browser

tells me it’s out of date

the more, out of date

I feel. Perhaps

it’s time for an update.

Perhaps, it’s time for a meal.

Staring
into
space —

born
is
another
babe —

daydreaming
alone.

Some days

it feels

nobody cares

and then

out of nowhere

friend

gifts you

a space pen,

and, “yes Jerry,”

it writes upside down.

Once filled empty space

Packed boxes and scratched wood floor

Dust bunnies waiting