Talking
to no one particular
for no discernible reason
other than to hear one’s self
is masturbation
Jerk Off
A Composition of My Own
I hate the lyrics to this song
But the melody
stirs emotions
recalls memories
and makes a song of my own
Feels Like Monday
God
Jesus
Yahweh
Buddha
Mother Nature
Father Time
and Old Mother Hubbard
Hate me
That’s the only way I can explain yesterday
I would have stayed in bed this morning
if not for the Sandman
13 Flights
Thirteen thousand Five Hundred Five
consecutive days and counting
I have been waking up
Getting out of bed’s the hard part
The rest is like falling down stairs
How Low Can I Go?
Limbo
without music
or a stick
is hell
What’s Your Sign?
I’m trying to get my plans laid
But life’s not putting out
Take Me Out
It was 1974 or 5. When my dad and I went to the first of what would be our only baseball game together. I was 4 or 5.
My parents were separated in anticipation of their upcoming divorce. Not his idea. Though she was doing him a favor.
Dad picked me up in his 1954 Buick, I stood [...]
Dog Days
The endless Summeror the idea of is a wonderful thing.
And it waswhen Summer meant roaming the neighborhoodriding bikes everywherespending your day at and in the poolA blessed three months of nothing to dobefore the bell rang again
Now its one hot daythen anotherWith no relief from the heator anything else in sight
You sweat another daysweat from [...]
Understanding
I understandwhat drives people
The hurtanger frustrationthat gnawing in your gut that won’t go awayThese aren’t just words to methey’re very real emotionsFeelings
Not sympathynot empathyUnderstandingAll to well
Not justificationthere is noneand a debt to pay in hell
But I understandthe hurtangerfrustrationthat gnawing in your gut that won’t go away
But for the grace of Godand prescription refills go I
Squint
It’s a fine lineSquint
Love and HateGenius and Insanity (maybe the same)Control and the loss of
It’s a fine lineCross Or put a saddle on the fence and ride
