Though coming from imagination,
I don’t wish to impede on any income regardless;
But wouldn’t it be nice,
Across all identifications and statuses
And beyond an average allowance cap,
If anyone and everyone
Could be compensated more largely for living?

Paid by the hour
Upon rising from slumber.
Or given a salary
For doing some laundry.

How about a Jackson
Every time the dishes are scrubbed?
Or a score of Lincolns
When through with the school day?

Waited in line?
A Benjamin’s just fine!
Picked up the dry-cleaning?
A Grant has a nice ring!

If dreams can come true,
Why not this one for me and you?

Loss
Of
Virginity
Exclusively.

The music that plays back in memory
Becomes the better version of music aloud.
After all, memory doesn’t require a scrolling mouse
And clicking pad
To play back favored tunes.
When working or staring at a given space,
The music plays,
Yet no one else can hear it,
No one but the DJ, a Picasso
Whose playlist is creative art
From various artists.

Among a group of children, there is an adult;
Among a group of adults, there is a child.

The Coast Guard lives it,
But I take for granted
Being prepared.
It’s not just a task
That should be accomplished days in advance
Before having company over to visit.
Preparedness is an everyday,
Voluntary discipline
That requires a squinting mind,
A moving body, however mobile,
And open eyes
Ready for sudden changes
In the day.
Even a celebration is a preparation,
For festivities
Are meant to be shared
Because they are meant to arouse excitement
Concerning the amazing things that those absent
Might not know about
Or may not believe
If not for a sincere account.
Often, readiness is plainly living.
Keep in mind, however,
To not always expect the expected either.

O Brian,
Why are you in despair?
The sun still shines behind the clouds
And you still inhale air.

O Brian,
Your life is in strife;
Despair your partner,
Exhaustion your wife.

O Brian,
What can you do?
Your efforts are empty,
The old still vanquishes the new.

O Brian, Brian,
Where’s your support?
Do you have friends?
Someone to court?

O Brian,
Your thoughts are confused;
One idea opposes another,
You are being used.

O Brian, Brian,
Take a breath;
Before you wear out
And collapse in death.

O Brian, Brian,
If anything is a guide,
Let it be unbounding
Until on true freedom you glide!

I should have known better:
The Catholic all-boy camps,
Themed with talks on vocations,
Never truly acknowledged prayer,
But the clock
And its ticking weighing all
With its cesium hypnosis.

“Regulars” expand beyond religious culture, though.
When I go to meet people casually or formally,
Regardless of age,
I am time’s pawn
That never understands when it’s time to end
Unless I want that time to end.
When I don’t like an event,
An hour can feel like an eon.
When I enjoy moments so much,
An hour is a blissful breath-second.

Due assignments,
Ugh! Perfect focus never exists then,
Only “****, ****, ****” in tapping my skull
To assess the situation
And submit a ******* draft, ******!
Don’t be late…too late,
The white rabbit’s time is on schedule:
I’m always late.
Time to start over.