Day 1
Laying on my stoop
Wings fully spanned
Gray and Brown flecked fur
So still
Do bats bask?
In the morning it is gone
Carried off I assume
Nature has it's way

Day 2
It is back
The bat
In the same spot on my stoop
Wings pulled in it's breathing so fast
It's French Bulldog face sits up to take me in
I don't want it to suffer
Up it springs
Flapping it's wings hovering inches from my face
Eye contact before it flys away

Day 3
He doesn't visit everyone
You must respect the bat
Changes will be made

Existential Detective
Hanging from my neck
an inherited Saint Anthony
I find lost people
even when they are me

That spark came from within
Radiating outward
People could see
And return my smile
I was soft and happy
Like a wonderbread lunch

Time passes
Caught in quicksand
Sometimes wormholes
Head down back up
No time for lunch today
Life's drum beats on
I hear it
Oh do I hear it

My day starts in fifteen minutes
The drums are easy to hear
When your back is the bass
Sipping the last bit of coffee
I notice the toast on my plate
Burnt Toast
I give him a fraternal nod
I step out into the street and walk to work

As I step out the door into the gravel  lot
I can feel the coolness in the air of the coming fall
It will make itself comfortable here for the next few months

Looking down into the gravel I see
white and cork cylinders strewn about
Cigarette Butts
These are our stories
Some would say our *******

Our day becomes more bearable
when we are able to share stories
in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette
Maybe I should take up smoking

There are a years worth of stories back here
My only fear is
that they will not last longer than the
cigarettes

Time does not exist
Or so I am told
An artificial instrument
created by man
As it turns
the Earth shrugs it's shoulders
She doesn't know what to think either

Time is not linear
That is what I hear
Everything has already happened
and is happening at the same time

So...wait.

I imagine it like one gigantic explosion
Our lives play out
Everything happens separately and at once
My ten year old self and my eighty year old self are one in the same
I have heard that

There are some people I wish I could talk to again
The ten year old smiles and continues the conversation
I sit here and think that if everything has happened and is happening all at the same time

Then

I am still having those conversations
with Living Ghosts

You are special
All I ask is that you do your best
I am proud of you
You are special

If everyone else jumped off of a cliff would you?
You are better than that
You don't know what love is


Choose something you love
Never work a day in your life
Work hard
Respect everyone

Don't make the same mistakes as me
You are the future
You still have the rest of your life to figure it out
You always have a room upstairs
I wish I had known what I know now
My job is killing me
It's not for everyone
If I only had more time

Your mother and I are getting a divorce
Can you set up my twitter account?
Hey buddy I want you to meet Dinah
I just don't understand what goes through your head


Stop being so...
Compassionate
Sensative
Cautious
Depressed
Honest
Diverse
P­assionate
Caring
Imaginative
...no...
ENTITLED.