Category Archives: Poems

Braindead bozos wander the streets

They’ve become engorged

before they even step from their stoops

Bathed in LEDs

unable and unwilling to leave

Stumbling into each other

fumbling with empty phrases

tumbling down a dozen rabbit holes

Eager to search and scroll

and post and share

and ever so humbly brag

Without ever even knowing

the names of their neighbors

To do is to determine what is

And what is

might not always be what should be

To wholly mourn what should be

is to let what is

be what it is

without judgement

or expectations

and be one with the universe

one thing at a time.

Don’t fight what is

to defend what should be

after all

it may not even exist

in the first place.

This year the late summer weather

that I so oft impatiently await.

Didn’t bring me the relief

that I’ve come to expect.

Waiting for the sweet autumn air

to fill with an ombre of dead leaves.

What’s different this year?

It seems that September’s limbo

gets longer and longer each time

and my melancholy does the same.

I fed my soul today

My unlikely heroes of the late morning

Freshly purchased published pages

Accompanied by my cortado

and stale cardamom bun

Nourishing my mind

In the ways that matter most

I’ll revive my love of culinaire

With my own ether

That has eluded me until now

The responsibility is mine

To go up and away

And exist amongst my dreams and goals

Where I belong

When I’m ready

And no sooner