Sometimes I like to sit
And feel the wind between my toes,
To plant some seeds behind my ears
And see if something grows,
To boil a pot of water
Then cool it with my breath.
I call it “life with nature.”
Dad calls it “side-effects of meth.”
Tag Archives: Life
Playing With A Too-Full Deck
The young bet on clubs
And slowly lose their mind.
The grown bet on diamonds
And what they seek, they find.
The old bet on spades
And in time all follow suit.
For those who bet on hearts
Best be rich, or else be cute.
Yet I drew five jokers…
I’m either destined for greatness
Or I bet on too many clubs.
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51% And Growing
What if, with perfect certainty, you knew how to be good. You
Would have no ills or evils. With this great power would you
Live your life accordingly, an angel we’d admire,
Or is flawless, certain perfection a goal to which you’d not aspire?
Now if perfection weren’t certain and ’twas painful to act well
Would you trade your Earthly pleasure for 50/50 odds of Hell?
Would you suffer every moment if it might bring future joy
Or would you say “be happy now” and make pleasure your toy?
The point that I am making is in our uncertain years
Where our good or evil instincts are affected by our fears
That we might be a villain who believes that we are just
Or perhaps a clumsy angel whose good intent is all a bust.
If you’d be truly evil or would be extremely good
Then here’s a course of action that to take I think you should:
To seek a path of certainty. Through thinking you will find
More often the results you seek are those which you will find
And if another does you wrong seek not to cast your blame
But know that if you thought like him you’d probably do the same.
Hero, villain, victim are alike a future you
So why not think and weight the coin that judges all we do?
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Now I’m Going To Get A Bunch Of Calls And Texts From Concerned People Who Think I’m Depressed When, No, I’m Just Not Particularly Inspired And MyPrevious Poems Involved How Much I Hate Zucchini And Soccer So I Figured I’d Just Publish This One. (Also, Around The Time I Wrote “Poems” In This Title I Became Unable To See What I Was Typing Because My Phone’s Screen Is Too Small So Please Forgive Any Tupoes). Also, Is There A Limit To How Long A Title Can Be?
If I weren’t so cynical
I’d probably be equally sad,
Not because I’m cynical
But because the world’s just bad.
Nurture Your Nature
We build our lives to last
When no life ever will,
Polishing details
That only we can see.
We want to climb the ladder,
Be the king of every hill
While most things in the world
Will exist below the sea.
We bend and bleed and labor,
Flap our wings but seldom fly.
We might overcome our nature
But that is not my wish.
We could be a flying whale
But I have to wonder why
We would be unhappy whales
Instead of very happy fish.
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Dear Cheese…
Though made to feed a bovine calf
We stole you from the mother,
Mixed you with bacteria
And rennet to feed another.
We formed this new more-yellow you
Into a wheel of cheese
To be sliced and melted freely
By whosoever it should please.
Your sacrifice is noted
And has brought the world much joy
And we’ll fight to keep you relevant
In a world obsessed with soy.
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The Flavor Of “Winning”
For a moment I sat there
With blood on my hands
Smearing life on my white-bread toast
In a room all alone
With inanimate friends
In a halfway house built for a ghost.
My Ferrari was mired
In a 90-hour week
When I needed just 12 to survive
But I’d long since stopped living
For the privilege of being
Among the elite few who can thrive.
The child in the basement
Was calling for daddy
‘Til its fat little throat had gone raw
And yet I was too busy
Helping others to join me
To notice my life had a flaw.
But if I’d payed attention,
Tasted a tomato
Or felt a moth land in my hair,
Just walked outside barefoot
Or put salt in my coffee
I’d realize somehow I still care.
I care about family.
I care about freedom.
I don’t need this bottle and pill.
And maybe that baby
Will say “taste the tomato”
And if I haven’t yet died then I will.
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The Vanishing Glass
They can trap us in their zoo
Behind their walls of glass
And teach us social boundaries
That we’re not allowed to pass,
Feed us just enough bad news
To keep our anger stoked
So we don’t see the sedatives
With which we’re being poked.
We the livestock draw the crowds
Of wealthy and elected
Whose power cries more loudly
Than the souls they have neglected.
They say they’ll cure our poverty
If they can have their way
Then toast with million dollar wine
And fly their jets away.
We watch the birds who fly outside
This zoo we somehow cherish.
We think that if we join them
We would starve or freeze or perish,
Yet the glass is not unbreakable
In our patron’s steel zoo.
Some of us still crave the sky
And so I ask: Do you?
The Answer, At Last!
All the single ladies
Ask where all the good men went,
Dreaming of the good old days
When the six-foot-plus millionaires
Without egos or exes
Would contact them conveniently
And buy them stuff
All without leaving the house.
Meanwhile the six-foot-plus
Drama-free millionaires
Are in their basements
Roleplaying car thieves
And writing bad poetry blogs.
You’re welcome.
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Think Of All The TV I Missed Though…
The river softly calls my name,
The trees and wind applauding.
I wander in the wilderness
And smell the flowers nodding.
The sky’s a bright and cloudless blue
In the moment I lie down
And what was once a rocky hill
Becomes my granite crown.
I stay an hour or a year
Amidst the wild. I savor it.
We all are nature’s children
And mother nature has no favorite.
And thus I rest on brother grass
As sister blue jay sings
And laugh at those who seek to find
Their happiness in things.
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