Stories

Am I ready to tell
The end of my story
While I’m still so young
Proprioception
It never feels like
It’s my turn
I wanted everything
My grandparents had
That’s what made me
Feel like I made it
How else would I know
Now that I have
Squired all of those
Things I fulfilled
A purpose
All of them feel as
Achieved boxes
Equally ticked
Anything but
Fugacious
I knew everyone
Was going to die
I just never thought
That I would be left
Completely alone
After it happened
They say when you
Come into this
World you are alone
But it’s not true
What you are
Left with in this
World can leave you
Alone
Even with all the
Love shared
The journey wasn’t
Lonely but perhaps
The end of the path is

She taught me
How to be a gentleman
Where did I go wrong?

Excerpts

To bring to nothing
It would be just as easy
Rid yourself of the weight
Eliminate the extra

Sitting in the middle
Contemplation on the fiddle
Mysteriously the thérémine
Hangs in the background

It hurts me so to know
What someone would give up
Just to save those around them
I guess we call that sacrifice
Turns me sour inside

We couldn’t know that
One day we’d be grasping at
Our past like desperate
Children wanting candy
Because it reminded us of
Our happiest times
To be loved and never
Need to think about
What is the future
To behold

Pay for advertising
Pay not to have advertisements
What kind of grown up joke
Is this environmentally
Money driven nonsense

What you wanted
You have it all
Except for one thing
To be loved on the couch

It’s not an experiment
Any longer it’s the
Actual result called
Living life

Kicking About

Well known in the village
And generally disliked
He walked around the outside
Of the foreboding walls
Lined with overconfident creatures
Their conversation bubbles drifted up and
Popped just before they
Touched the stratosphere of ear
Almost good enough foresight by
Thursdays sun rays and all
Intellectual standards
Boasting and or meaning to write
Down whatever was happening
However failing in the drought
Because the ink was drying up
And the universe was running out
Of paper but not trees so much
Lowering the incipient changes
To a minimum of two inches
Or three before they debunked the
Naysayers who delighted in the
Limbo of twists poles and roller trolls
Celebrations of Dionysus
Carried about the night until the morning
Perhaps even offering up their
Baby carriages to the seeds of
All the Grape Gods later
Perhaps post learning that
He had disappeared and
Walked around the celebration though
They missed him tremendously
They somehow forgot he wasn’t
There of course the axis remained in
Full swing and the whole earth
Rejoiced in the face of a new time
For the era that was to be
Would soon make stairs for
All of us to climb