The diatribes vicious he frequently writes
Have not earned him a dime:
But if he could auction abandoned beliefs
He’d be rich in no time
Tag: Anger
The Broken Chair
Years ago a troubled boy
Sat upon this chair
At the time, he didn’t know
Just why he was there
And the very walls, it seemed
Made a kind of jail
Sent to this imposing place
Seemingly, to fail
It intimidates no more
In this later year
Broken now the old chair sits
Bent by dint of fear
To share is human:
What I Learned (4)
The Christmas music was so beautiful
It made my cry
Then, suddenly
Another car cut me off in traffic
And I unleashed a stream of obscene invective
Towards someone who couldn’t hear me.
What I Learned?
I’ve still got a lot to learn
About Christmas
To share is human:
more sense maybe
life makes more sense maybe
when it makes no sense at all –
catch a frisbee slam a racquet
kick a basketball
you asked me for my inclusion
this i would not do –
life makes more sense maybe
when i’m far away from you
bang the drum and sound the trumpet
hear the ocean’s roar –
why am so bitter, you say?
i don’t know
what for
