Life is like a roller coaster.
It’s like a wave to me.
Eventually, everything looks the same no matter where I am.
Do I get off the ride,
Or get a freebie?

A metal plane.
On a chain, so high.
A nasty man,
Laughing at my cries.
He pushed the lever,
Forever it seemed.
While smiling always.
As I screamed.

He was just an angry, depressed, elderly human being.
The foreship’s snip away at its soft underbelly.
But it hung in there.

Respect is hardly earned.
It’s just a word……..


NOTE – this
#lazy

Why worry about being miserable now?
When I’m supposed to be miserable forever after now.
Seems counter-productive.
To
Me
If
You
Get
My
                                                                                                                 drift

I am so old,
I have to take the blue pill,
just to think about ***.

That's as far as I get........
brain freeze (among my other stuff)?

The day was cold.

It wasn’t “just right”.

Suddenly a flash.

We had been warned.
It’s a thermo-nuclear-coupler, that tripped.
They are all gone now…

I lived in Queens, for about a week.
The view was great,
Down to the street.

I took a walk, down memories’ lane.
And noticed I, had missed my train.

A few guys snuck, up on me.
I was scared, I felt free.

They made me laugh,
And became my mates

I had to laugh, at my first mistake,
Was judging them, before we ate.

"la misma cagada todos los dias"......

I am here.
So I can get somewhere else.....

This just in?
This just out?


Everybody lost!

Swatting a gnat,
When it flies in front of my white screen.

Is like the Battle of Britain, the OLYmpics and the reader.

All in one…..

You have to lead him/her/it with it.

Sometimes words are the way we were.
Sometimes the words are the way we are.
I just want someone to listen to the ones I’m saying tomorrow.
On occasion,
With all due respect.
If you don’t mind.

I never had it so good.
How about you?

We all could use a little G.A.S.

It is a  good thing I’m me.
Otherwise,
Who would the rest of the world…
Feel superior to?

Biting one's tongue is hard to do when one's mouth is open.
It's less hard if you bite it when it's closed.
That way, no one will see the blood.

This is a joke of course.

I mean a poem, really

But my apocalypse survival kit must include.

One revolver, small but powerful
Five rounds.
One shot.

NOTES – Guess Who?

Luv you Burt…

If I'm not following you,
It's because you are a better poet than me.

If I'm following you,
It's because you are a leader.

Talking too much?
I’ll take a break.
Go watch a flix movie…
Nope.
Go read a, what do they call those?
Go outside, if you can.
Go inside, if you dare.
Go forth,
Which way?

Give me your poor.
Check.
Tired?
Have a monster…..
Hugged?
Have the mass (or is something on your face), removed.
Alienated?
Watch a movie….
Tired?
Don’t keep reading this poem.


Let’s just not worry about the little things…..

I’ve got some chunky yogurt sitting out in the sun.
I’ve got some some processed cheese that melted in the sun.
I threw them both away and ate some swine……

Didn't want to get sick.

"True Story?"


Merry Sunday, or whatever.....

Past or present
It’s not my past, or all of it.
It’s not my future, or any of it.
It’s not my now, I exist at this moment.
Which is it?

NOTE – What would happen if………

Like a bottle or my brain,
I have a few necks and thoughts that are narrow.
The turkey’s have it easy……..

Except on…………..

“That thing”
“It’s…it’s….learning”
“Dear Watson”, Darrell said, your IQ is turning…
"No, really, what is it?, he retorted.
"A vestibule or AI, not sure which?"

he said...

the site keeps going around in circles.

I'm getting tired.........