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My friend is back
that lone bird
this morning
he’s brought a friend
and wouldn’t you know
here I am
barely awake
and jealous of him
though not to spoil their party
I ear my headphones
stretch and bend
It’s got to be 60 degrees
and while I run
I think of them
happy among the trees.
There’s a lone bird
chirping somewhere unseen
and a cold gentle wind
scratching at my knee,
it’s the crack of dawn
sunrise
another day I’ll see,
and though my throat hurts
my ankle weak
I too sing a little tune
with that lone bird
just to let him know
I hear him.
I can say I failed
Or
I can say it worked out
just as it was supposed to
And
her and I can move forward
knowing our paths weren’t meant to cross
Again
the past is all we had in common
and well, the past must be laid to rest.
Sleep well my friend
until then
I wish I hadn’t been so mean
But
I wish you only the best,
even though I’m sure that’s hard to believe.
constantly tinkering
toying in turn
churning and yearning
and combing inward
what does it mean
I haven’t the urge
just sort of liked
this rhythm of words
A large portion of
poetry is spam.
But I don’t eat that stuff,
at least not until I get to see Hawaii
then who knows?
I hear, fried with an egg, it’s good.
When in Rome, you know;
when in Rome.
If you take comfort
in the fact that
each day
each person you encounter
is their own personal
nervous wreck
than I think this whole life thing
full of strange responsibility
and odd accountability
just gets a little easier,
a little more bearable.
I made Pico de Gallo
the other day
and it needed salt
so I added salt
then put it away.
Then I took a nap
and woke up
more tired
than I’d been before I’d shut my eyes.
Then I wrote a song
drank some beer and
called it a day.
Nobody had to know I existed
and I was fine with that.
The Pico still needs work though,
I’ll send word.
I have past the point of no return
where apologies have lost there meaning
Where no explanation is needed
because hell has frozen over, and I swear
I saw a pig fly the other night
but perhaps that was just my reflection
bopping down Magnolia Boulevard
watching taillights fade
and counting them like crows
One, then two, and four and eight
Oh I thought, what a burden it is to sleep
and what a wonder it is to wake.
I made a phone call that night too
and said some terrible things
that by way of the universe
I guess I just needed to say.
I am that guy sometimes — not all —
but sometimes pigs do fly.
So this is who I am
I won’t apologize
Good luck out there
If you stop judging it all,
it’s actually quite wonderful.
When we accept
that we know nothing
perhaps then,
we hold the power
to
know everything.
Every once in a while
I see myself come back to myself
in a skewed sidewalk reflection
somewhere, out there, I am
Complete.
Words Of An Average White Male 