I would like to have some happy poetry to look back on.
For crying out loud.
I’ll get on that.
Category Archives: poetry
Simply
We lit a candle and put it in a paper bag and threw it in the air, and no one had a care in the world as the paper twirled and grew higher. We joked of hitting planes and setting neighboring roofs on fire, of mistaken UFO sightings, CNN trucks, Nancy Grace and wind swept luck. There was no war, no work, no pain, no regret, we didn’t forget they just never existed, and we didn’t miss it. And as the fire was mistaken for a flickering star, or a blinking satellite, or anything but it, our beers were full, conversations spilling, eyes frosted, and we talked of life’s distance stars as if they weren’t fire in a bag.
Post-America-Recession-2009
Someone is somewhere
Doing something they love
Something I’d love to do
While I’m somewhere I tolerate
Doing something for learnin.
Something someone else wishes
They could do.
My sister is somewhere
Doing something for money
Something others are dying to do.
Love, tolerate money.
Love, wishes dying.
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
Learnin.
