The police told me that I was lucky.
——-The paramedics say I shouldn’t be alive.
——————-She was not so lucky,
——————————-If only she let me drive.
The police told me that I was lucky.
——-The paramedics say I shouldn’t be alive.
——————-She was not so lucky,
——————————-If only she let me drive.
I remember a time
with not a problem I couldn’t fix
with a little finesse, hard work
and duct tape all in the mix.
Now it seems even a fix
in most cases just won’t do
and by the time you give up
it’s too late to buy it new.
Nature’s sweet embrace
seems always to make me cry;
keep your pollen, Mother.
The buzz from my phone
jolts me awake
and I stare first at you
before I attempt to take
the call coming through
that beckons me back
to the lonely and real world
that somehow seems black.
I swipe my finger left
and throw the phone to the floor
and turn back to you
to be in the light once more.
I had this great idea
right on the tip of my mind,
but by the time it reached my mouth
the great part was left behind.
A distant memory lingered
just waiting to break free
but no matter how I tried
this idea just ceased to be.
All the forgotten ideas
must have some place to go
someday I hope to find them
and free them from their woe.
A rainy day
the April way
and my thirst
is quenched.
A sunny day
sometime in May
and all seems
so well.
The warming sun
June is on the run
and I trail
absently behind.
The boiling sun
and July has begun
and the heat is hard
to handle.
A thunder shower
brings August the power
but I seem weaker by
the hour.
No more showers
September has no flowers
and for the first time I see
I am wilted.
Every Thursday I reminisce
on all the life I miss
while I am stuck in my head
keeping my soul fed
and I know for sure
that being a connoisseur
of words and feelings
is by far more healing
than posting a photo
of me 30 pounds ago.
A sudden impulse
can change the course of a life
sailing the wrong way.