I remember the mornings,
Where I'd wake early.

I remember the days,
Hot with the sun's rays.

I remember the evenings,
Catching fireflies in mason jars.

I remember the nights,
Crisp and clear. Stars shining beautifully.

Oh how I wish I can remember when I was happy.
When will I be able to go back to the simpler days?

People with big dreams
are fooling themselves
and making it harder
on the rest of us.
The rest of us with
no other jobs
that have to care about
what we do to make it by.
We have nowhere else
and the less they try
thinking they will be out
soon enough
to follow those dreams
the harder we have to work to
pick up their slack.
And they wonder where the
pessimism and depression
come from.
Well, it's your fault you
ungrateful , lazy, optimistic
sons-a-*******.

My life
has been all about
thoughts fighting
with thoughts
about thinking,
about to think
or not to think,
and it was an interesting
war
but stupid
and I learned a lot
about nothing
and it was extremely painful.
This war
was started
by who knows who
for no reason.
I have decided,
along with the Dalai Lama,
that what is needed
is a dialogue,
so mind has been talking
to mind
about what the reality
of this is.
We have decided
that the reality
of this is
a headache,
which could,
in time,
get better.

I had an enlightenment
today
about life
that I want
to share with you,
and I felt like
I got a good answer,
so here it is -
life is walking
in circles
over and over
day and night
and most people
get tired of it
and sick of it,
but I decided
that walking in circles
is great!
and that it's nothing
and that it's a piece of cake,
and I even thought
that I can walk
in circles
for eternity
because it really is fun
and I love it,
so that was my enlightenment
and I hope you like it
as much as I did.

Glass is transparent
but shows my reflection
a loss and a gain
of a dire connection
Glass can be shattered
by present and plus
the past is a drug
kept for hands your can trust
Glass is a solid
it stands strong and tall
between you and yourself
and yourself and us all

the first 28 years of my life
were spent
trying to figure out
what life was all about,
and I spent every moment I could
trying to do so,
only to realize
I have no idea what I'm doing

Some of that time, however,
was spent observing others.
Some of which are my elders,
some of them professionals,
most my age or younger.
And I came to the
realization that,
most of them, if not all
don't have any idea what they are doing
either.

Then I began to wonder
(and still do to this day)
if anyone,
anywhere,
has any idea what they are doing.
And I realize
that the answer
is
no.

Darkness ensues,
is it the clouds?
or has the restless sun gone to sleep?
No stars to be found,
the city lights are to blame.
Nothing below but fast walkers and loud talkers.
Angry horns blare in a vociferous tune,
I hate traffic.
Ah, last cigarette,
I’ll buy more in the morning.
For now, I sleep.
I set my phone to silent,
I set the world to silent.

how often good Christians offer to hold us in prayer
friends of the ill, they intend well
I don't refuse, of course

Father catechized He was everywhere -
in flowers and butterflies, even all living things

so when He seemed never to notice the obvious

I'd squeeze my brow tight
as if the effort might shine invisible light
bright enough to be seen at universal distance...
my prayer

awaking mornings still cradled
safe in the branch of a tree
or folded in the back seat of our van,
alone

in the dark, no more a devil,
even I've heard the whispered words
of "Our Father..."

but we both know Jesus gave up his practice
of psychoanalysis long ago
so I wasn't surprised - just disappointed
when each resurrection of hope died

now I'd rather mop,
having collected an assortment
of surfactants and disinfectants suitable
for a wide variety of household surfaces

killing the unsuspecting bacterium,
allergen or virus

I set blossoms in a sterile vase at bedside
by her arrangement of amber pill bottles
they'll wilt; I'll empty
a prayer she doesn't notice

it is late
but not that late
and the wind blows against the side of the house
and the rusted metal eaves creak with the weight of their age outside my window
and i think that i might like to lay beside you
and listen to the world outside
while the wind howls and time streams by mollasses slow
and you will keep me warm
and i will keep you warm
maybe we will watch childrens movies
and huddle together like children frightened of the wind
and maybe we will fall asleep
and maybe we wont
it has been so long
since i was able to feel familiar with someone
but i think i could feel it again
with you