May 21, 2009
Inane
“Existentialist thought is so pure,” says Betty at the coffee shop.
Inane is what I’m thinking, but she’s hot, I’ll give her that.
“You know, we are what we do”
I think I want to be you.
“I love that you listen to what I say, I mean really listen”
What? I hope she doesn’t want me to say anything.
“I really love having someone who just listens to me.”
Sweet.
“You really get me, the real me.”
I wonder if she can tell I’m staring at her tits.
“I think that we are going to be friends for a long time.”
At least a couple weeks.
May 20, 2009
Long Way
No matter how many hours are in the day,
the work is never done.
No matter how many days are in a week,
there is always something else to do.
No matter how many weeks are in a year,
there is always something important that needs my attention.
I have a long way to go,
if I wait until I have time.
May 19, 2009
Elementary
Why doesn’t the grass grow in the street?
Why do vegetables taste so bad?
Why are fossils millions of years old?
Why can’t we see dinosaurs at the zoo?
Why does God love me?
Why is fire hot?
Why can’t I have chocolate for breakfast?
Why is hot water wet?
Why does math hurt?
May 18, 2009
Done to Me
Everyday
You treat me not the best
But I can not get over the feeling
That I’ve been twizzled in a knot
Oh, what have you done to me?
May 17, 2009
Roads and Ruts
Let us go
down the road
that we have gone down before.
It’s always
good to travel
with a good friend on an adventure.
Even though
it is the same as before
each time it is different and new.
May 16, 2009
Jelly
I like the Peanut Butter,
but not too much Jelly,
on toasted multi-grain bread
and a Diet Coke to wash it down.
That’s how I start off every morning.
Not a rut, a well worn path.
May 15, 2009
Keep on Truckin
thirty-five years old
and I’m still truckin’
stridin’ confidently
into the next year
or
the optimism
of decades ago.
May 14, 2009
Driving
So, I’m driving along the this highway, see. It’s mid-day on a gray afternoon and there’s no traffic. I am really cruising. Nice car and a smooth ride. Got to be making good time. No cops, no traffic, no curves, everything is smooth sailing, and I am sitting there wondering where the hell am I going. I know I’m moving fast in a direction, but really where the hell am I going? When I woke up this morning I had no plans to get on the highway. Matter of fact, I thought I might like to take a stroll out by the creek out back. Sit down and enjoy the smell of the damp leaves. Instead I am on the highway, making good time, getting to where I need to go. I am starting to question this trip. Why am I going, going, going, gone? when I don’t even want to go? Wouldn’t it be better to take a slow bend in a country road in an old pickup truck?
May 13, 2009
Lucky
Three is my lucky number.
Three days until I am back home.
Three nights of bliss.
Three sheets to the wind.
May 12, 2009
Email
If I don’t check my voicemail.
it doesn’t mean we don’t bond.
Our relationship isn’t stale,
if I fail to correspond.
Fact is that I’m just a male,
so stop thinking things beyond.
Just contact me by email
if you wish me to respond.
