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.
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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.
It was raining cats and dogs
when she spoke in
semi colons &
claustrophobia.
I’m glad you’re here,
she said.
I told her that
I was glad that she was too.
So we continued our
run on sentences &
admiration a while longer
before settling on goodbye.
It had stopped raining
and the sun was coming out.
As for the cats and dogs
they lay sleeping sound.
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.
Saturday morning
woke me up
scratching and sour.
Then I wrecked my pants
feeling lousy, still
I went to my workshop
estranged from the world
yet there in that room
among strangers
who some
I call friends
I felt
Inspired
& well
Happy
So we told our stories
and while listening to Avi read about
Bob in a shipyard explosion
all that other stuff just kind of
went away.
You are an embarrassment
he said while picking my pockets
vacant I stared idle
in an undisclosed location
Danielle sat next to me
tenderly stroking the inside flesh
of my arm although
we’d only spoken a handful of times
back in grade school, he said again
Nobody likes you, you know
So I just agreed with him because
her fingers felt like grasshopper wings
fluttering through my mind, he
looked a deep sorrow longer
and that’s where he began to cry
I am sorry my friend, I said while he
cradled me like a new born lamb
only I was much bigger than him
so by the end of it it was I who was
more so doing the cradling, then
as he disappeared effortlessly
Danielle and I sat a long while
next to one another, her hair
long dark and full of whispers
while the room filled with necessary strangers
Holding hands for a while she said,
you aren’t that bad you know
he just really loves you is the point
and then too disappeared into a sea of snakes
which I could not swim
while the couch turned to an island
I sat sipping from my cup
the bitter dark liquid I had earlier poured.
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.
Nobody
sleeps. We
just break our feet
and walk again.
And again.
And again.
Then awake as if
from a dream
in a rented room
which smells of
antiseptic soap.
And like a child
waiting to be fed
we struggle
struggle to breathe
struggle to see
struggle to hear
we struggle to be
like we wish we had been
all those years
we couldn’t sleep.
I’m not very good at shaking hands
I just kind of put my hand out there
and well
try to match the shake of the other.
I guess I sort of know what that
says about my character, but
I’m cool with that, you know.
Sure I told him
without even saying a word — the courtesy
hug thereafter well, that’s a whole other story.
When we accept
that we know nothing
perhaps then,
we hold the power
to
know everything.
As much as I want to resist
As hard as it all is
Like a caged bird released
I have to start a new life
And it’s not an escape this time
but rather a strange consequence
of choice that if it turns out
I’m running again than fuck it
like Vanilla Sky I’m gonna fly