Its a shame

To see what gets discarded...

What?

I thought there were laws preventing 'profanity' from being on Alabama car tags..  guess the censor took a smokebreak and this one got through.

and they walked towards the sunset

awoke to find myself upon a path,
near some wild wood, unfamiliar.
fearful lips let slip a nervous laugh,
forward leads towards a northern star.

soon the path began to climb.
slow but constant was the step,
until was conquered that incline,
but forever was lost a youthful pep.

the wooded plateau did endless extend.
the path was cluttered with rock and stone.
sorrow filled me from the cruel portend,
but then was realized, i was not alone.

Athena's handmaiden bright, true and fair,
now accompanied a lowly mortal's toil,
with hands entwined and love laid bare,
loneliness was abandoned upon that soil.

... and they walked towards the sunset.

feel so

waking to the slim, blurry rays of blinding sunlight,
preparing for the busy work day ahead,
gathering my things as i begin to leave home
...i feel so hopeful.

within the nested comfy cocoon of my cubical,
working, striving, producing and even,
laughing with all my dear friends
...i feel so handy.

coming home to find the incompetent lawn guy's mower
eviscerated a sign into a thousand pieces in my yard,
where each piece must be picked up by hand
...i feel so annoyed.

late at night, when a hush falls over the city,
dark thoughts turn to my life and my choices
and second guess the paths that I've chosen,
...i feel so alone.

i feel like in the confusion of life,
i missed my chance to find my love
and i fear she will always evade my grasp.
...i feel so sad.

fear of choices and alternate lives

fear that life is a tad frayed now.
the knots in my past that hold
each string of events I've lived through
are slowly unraveling with each
worn weary day that passes.

the bold youthful tapestry that was...
is now a bit more pale.
the greyness of mundane life and of hair,
bits of tackiness, paper and soil
cling to what's left of this decaying classical ideal.

hope that future twine added
will not detract, nor mutate that which is left.
perhaps, I will find the future seeked
but it will be elsewhere, no not here,
here is where dreams yield to truth.

new poem: i walk these dreary wet streets alone

i walk these dreary wet streets alone


just like every other day
i went to my ordinary job to get paid
for what i usually do.
a swap of money for time and talent.
a knowledge prostitute.

do the work while also noticing
that it rained most of the day.
it wasn't a gusher but a mild despondent drizzle.
the weather didn't want to be there either,
but was forced into a half-hearted appearance.

most everyone, now, has left for the day.
another task finished, another goal reached.
yea! go team workforce.
required to display one percent enthusiasm
and needing to bury ninety nine percent sarcasm.

grab my trench coat and leave this decrepit building
just the same as I always do.
imagining the echos of every other
time i ever left, except now...
i walk these dreary wet streets alone.

footsteps and pavement make for odd fellows.
a sad rhythm, an onward driving force
leading me to cold sheets and a wadded up pillow.
i pass by a welcoming pub where
other lonely folks gather to revel in the night.

walking onward but still considering joining them.
hope of temporarily forgetting my woes
but walking past a homeless bum
with glazed eyes and empty whiskey bottles at his side.
it makes me reflect. he started a party he can't leave.

still onward, past the old, familiar movie house
where classics have dazzled both young and old alike.
it must be nice to see something new
while couples hold onto each other
in the cool, comfortable darkness.

yet onward, footsteps lead me to a well-worn corner market
where I stop to pick some things up.
in line, there's plenty of small talk about the rain.
i reach for gum and awkwardly knock something over...
the cute cashier smiles.

leading onward, with groceries obtained
i pass by a tiny, delightful flower shop.
stopping to look over my shoulder
I wonder if she likes daisies.
only then, do i notice the crooked closed sign on the door.

walking onward, clouds begin to cry
and the paper bag cradled gingerly in my arms
starts to slowly melt.
Now the familiar sidewalk beat has quickened
and my lonely heartbeat matches that of the street.

soon i'll be home, but for now...
i walk these dreary wet streets alone.

Times are hard

Times are hard,
just look at me,
I have only 3 cars
and one SUV.

My boat is the best,
my buds said was a must,
Eighty grand in debt...
my kids inheritance.

Doc says my heart's bad
and I'm too overweight,
I describe all my stress,
then swing by BurgerCrate.

My wife can't stop buying,
shoes, clothes, everything...
wonder if my card limit,
will cover her new ring.

The kids drive us crazy,
school, soccer, and dance,
those fees are a killer,
I need a paycheck advance.

So, we're like everyone else,
in debt up to our eyes,
hey, let's go grab some lunch,
I want mine "biggie" sized.