Posts tagged ‘Down’

May 17, 2017

reinventing the wheel

adulting is a non-stop everything, everywhere and always. no more mac-n-cheese naps with mommy and mr. rogers. keep the bathroom open. listen for the monitor. wake up early, that’s late. eat later, after the feeding. get used to it. dont try.
try not to complain. the heat will turn up. the cold will come. the furnace will die. never really had AC, so… the bills will grow higher in a pile until they start to call your phone from unknown numbers that look familiar. growing. like your gray hairs. like your thin patience. like your elongated nose and drooping ears. coffee stained teeth black holes between. like the grass when you let it go for 2 weeks. and still, humans turn to antique glass. fragile to the touch, sagging at the bottom, blemished for worth. thicker and distorted. probably gravity we blame. and the wheels will stop. and the wheels will fall off. kick them tho. be ready to get down and dirty and fix it, even if you aren’t a pro. that’s how it goes. a new something for you to find a new way to fix a new something. reinvent the wheel why don’t ya? –for gods sake. or try to imagine a time when and where things get much easier and you grow softly younger and everyone thinks positively the same, that they are happy too… and you can keep your wisdom at that.

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January 21, 2013

Look The Other Way (On a Cold Winter’s Day)

Question: ¬†How much would you have to say if you couldn’t whine or complain?

(Don’t answer that question.)

 

 

 

Then I wonder…

Are you ever going to have a good day?

 

Who is offended if they care?

Controlled stare; unfair declaration on trivial affairs.

 

Then I wonder…

Are you ever going to have a good day?

 

Spare me your fortitude, and ideas of compromised free-thought.

Spare me and get lost, or bare the cost, the brunt of frost.

 

Then I wonder…

Are you ever going to have a good day?

 

Don’t get caught.

Chopped up and Slapped down.

Found laying flat on the cold winter’s ground.

 

Then I wonder…

Are you ever going to have a good day?

 

Frown-town, Downtown, and I laugh about, without preoccupation.

-No real occupation.

Non-sensical elation.

 

Yet I wonder…

 

Sit with patience.

Doctor and his patients, same situation.

 

Another day.

Another day.

 

Yet I wonder…

 

Another day.

 

Prescribing you a remedy, that’s why you came, right?

 

Then I wonder…

Are you ever going to have a good day?

 

Is it night?

 

What do you see, taste, and smell?

So well, all the same, nothing new; mundane and tame.

 

Is it different from my senses?

 

This is your waking Hell.

And I dare to be different, purposefully, even if the criticism is sharp as a tack.

 

Then I wonder…

Are you ever going to have a good day?

 

Then I know…

Its good to be seen, just living the dream.

Still breathing as it seems, still getting by, and in between.

 

Then I know…

I know someone who is worse off then you, and they are having a good day.