Some days
it feels
like
nobody cares
and then
out of nowhere
a
friend
gifts you
a space pen,
and, “yes Jerry,”
it writes upside down.
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This is me trying to be o.k.
I am trying to be o.k.
Thinking about young souls who’ve past.
Contemplating Cancer’s reasons.
Sometimes hearts just stop.
This is me, trying to be o.k.
Not that young anymore.
Grey hair no longer a curse,
but more of a blessing – there is beauty in age.
For now, I am o.k.
As for tomorrow, history
seems to shrug it’s shoulders
leaving me out of the loop.
And I’m o.k. with that.
This is me trying to be o.k.
The trouble with book lovers.
Two book lovers
sit together
on the subway
reading
alone.
Do they
have
anything
much to say
to one another?
Or
is
the story
they’re reading
better?
Probably not.
Good riddance.
Can you hear me now?
Yes,
now that we have stopped talking.
Good.
Yes.
Things have never been so good.
Morning musings.
In the morning
before the sun
when the birds speak
and the city wakes,
after a good night
of drink,
the cure all — water
by my bedside,
I listen
to the sweet symphony
in my guts.
Optimism from a Bachelor’s of Science.
Rack focus
to what’s important.
Don’t get caught up
with all the blur
in between.
You’re the director,
the cinematographer,
the 1st and 2nd AC.
I’m no scientist
but I can work a camera.
KAZAAM! Nothing good ever came from a cash grab.
For those still trying
to make a statement
no matter how bleak
the future may seem
do not forget Kazaam
in fact, it can be used
in many different ways,
like inspiration
to aspire to be anything but,
or contempt
to actually have something to say,
and just for kicks
to have a good laugh at the system,
nothing good ever came
from a cash grab, except
the idea, the certainty
that money isn’t everything,
that you can do far better
without a twenty-million dollar
Hollywood budget.
Straight to the point.
Soak
your feet
for close to an hour
in hot water
then
peel back
the skin
flaking, like
skin does
dead
after soaking your foot
in hot water
close
to an hour,
then write that way.
Meaningless Color.
black
white
brown
yellow
red
Just colors
until,
we make them more.
A momentary peace.
Quietly
seated
at rest
with desire
though
still
desirous,
he knows
better
than to
chase
the wind.
No longer
a girl
not yet
a woman
she will
find
her way,
at rest
by the
phases
of
the moon.
Together
they
are bound
by
foolish
pride
in one another,
backstroking
in tune
to the
ever-changing
tide.
Words Of An Average White Male 