Month: November 2022

He would have cared if troubles had,
By habit, stayed instead of passed.

He would have cared if growing up,
By luck, he would have seen a loss.

He would have cared if sleeping in,
By God, he knew his time was up.

The clock is pacing. Time is still.
I watch them with my ticking feet.
My heart is in a gym somewhere.
His heart is trying out a beat.
So much in me I want to say.
So little coming out today.

Do hearts enjoy Miranda rights?

They bought all lemons from all farms
To fake a market scarcity.
And when the price went seven-fold
They railed for gov’ment charity.

The gov’ment’s conches drowned it all.
They blamed it on a scowling sun.
The lotus loafers booed and claimed
They’ll get the lemons by the ton.

And so, upon the ballot day,
The lotus loyals loaded carts
With lemon, sugar, salt, and ice
To cool the voters’ thirsting hearts.

Annoying!
How he doesn’t care
For hours anymore,
Though everyday he’s living up
His final twenty-four.

Annoying!
How he spreads his cards
Upon the naked floor
So, Solitaire can wager him
His final twenty-four.

Annoying!
How his tally marks
Are stacking up a score.
He’s Type-A every second of
His final twenty-four.

Annoying! Annoying!
Annoying as before.
Annoying how he proudly lives
His final twenty-four.

Some things I took for granted: gone.
I’ve learned again a lesson learned.
To err, I have no latitude.
You aren’t easy, Gratitude.

The turtle doesn’t care for last,
For slow is smooth, and smooth is fast.
The race of life is how it’s viewed.
You aren’t easy, Gratitude.

I booed the DJ up the sky.
His mix for me was boring, dry.
My playlist, now, has crises queued.
You aren’t easy, Gratitude.

Sometimes the shiny things I chase,
Distracted from my steady sail,
Are just the things that help me cross
The rocky maze of chasing tail.

The length of chewed up copper wire
Became the pin that picked a lock.
The scattered shards of limestone busts
Became my workman’s marking chalk.

The silver of a shaving glass
Became a makeshift periscope.
The knowledge that the lost is found’s
Enough to bring me back my hope.

I’m done apologising now.
I’m done accommodating you.
I’m done with pouring all my hours.
I’m done assuring all of you.

You’ve seen me bow my head and work.
You’ve seen me stay up all night long.
You’ve seen me do what others won’t.
And yet the things I did are wrong?

You all were scared to make a choice.
I risked my all and took a shot.
I got us through it all again.
And now you tell me I did not?

I’m not a Stoic. Not so Zen.
I’m yet to love my fate as-is.
I’ll do the things I’ve done so far.
I won’t be doing more than this.

You’re free to call me what you want.
Whatever label brings you peace.
My eyes will be retreating foam.
My ears will be reverbing seas.

It’s seven years of nothingness.

Unfocused wanderings aside,
The focused months were failures too.

Daedalus gave us warnings two:
Don’t fly too high; don’t fly too low.

I did a double Icarus.
No Bruegel’s casting NFTs.

Of course, we’ve learned to plead parley,
To tidy up the Heidi way.
We’ll try to play it peaceable,
But feasi- isn’t easy-ble.

Of course, we’ve learned the honey words
By gawking at the mockingbirds.
We’ll try to say it sensible,
But feasi- isn’t easy-ble.

Of course, we’ve learned to rally teams
By pursing up the bursting seams.
We’ll try to clay this crucible,
But feasi- isn’t easy-ble.

If one you’ve loved will cheat tomorrow
Will you sit and cry today?
Or will you pick their call up
Anyway?

If all you’ve written’s gone tomorrow
Will you sit and cry today?
Or will you pick your pen up
Anyway?

Any way, any way,
I’ll say, live today.
Tomorrow hasn’t come yet
Anyway.

If still you want to let tomorrow
Make you sit and cry today,
I tell you pick yourself up
Anyway.

Any way, any way,
Maybe play, maybe pray,
But learn to pick yourself up
Anyway.