stressful
coming up
in the world
typing out
notes in a
random computer lab
not so random
or dumb but
outside is out there
waiting for me
stopped holding its
breath for me
five minutes ago
my fingers
and other parts
hurt
money burns
holes in each
pants pocket
they throw me in jail
for not
balancing a budget
it’s something I can’t help
I inflict
pain on myself
it came up in my world
through my geans
ran through each seam
seaped a stream
these fiber optics
got electrocuted on
wasn’t perfect
no one helped – I could
never say that
it’s just we fly
one plane on our own
through life
and most of us crash
some land in fine
but the landing gear
cracks off
or we die in the airport taxi
ride home
unfair
I’m scared
of what this could be
appears there are
a thousand fears
nothing we can do about it
at each others throats
perfection boredom focus blur
I hope these into
the windsheild with
a finger tip sign my name
one of many names
tie my shoes tight
barren of people
Roanoke makes
for nice evening walks
Fridays and Saturdays
are desolate
I can’t locate personality
flags all over a front yard
a marine’s family
proud or whatever
maybe dead men and women are
proud for getting
it all over with
they send their best wishes
through to quiet
mornings when we
wake up with tears in our eyes
an easiness doesn’t exist if we
try
fry in the pan
consume
bloom
soon
ruin
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