Weird

Drew I said
it’s weird the wider
it gets the more
wired I get
Why don’t we rid
ourselves of it before
Dr Wie
comes around
I’m werid the
wride may get
werdi

 

A little bit of nonsense.

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Inebriated

Saturday sunshine,
madness on the roads.
Sleepy drunks,
recovering drunks,
drowsy drunks,
weaving this way and that.

Cell phones stuck to earnest ears,
changing lanes
like changing gears…

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t say…”

“Oh shit! I just hit
another car!”

And there you are.
Couldn’t wait,
could you.

For what?
A quickly scribbled shopping list?
An inane call to your buddy?

Every Saturday,
every Sunday;
Monday too.

Still drunk,
still driving…

Are you?

 

I wrote this a few years ago when I was living in Newfoundland.

Writing Sucks

Waiting for inspiration to strike
Requires a lot of patience and immobility
In place of actual work, or so it seems
To me. For
If writing does depend on that flash of genius,
Nothing is happening here. I
Guess it’s more a matter of perspiration that
Success arises from; not the often mis-
Understood flash of brilliance that
Comes upon a person like lightning, but rather the
Knowledge that no work equals no writing equals no
Success. Simple, eh?

Slowly Going Crazy

slowly going crazy
not like a fox
more a box of frogs
bouncing off the walls

sit down
stand up
sit down again
stand up
walk a bit
sit back down

watch TV?
as if the dozens of hours this week
weren’t enough

a movie?
my attention span has shrunk
to that of a goldfish’s memory

read?
three novels in four days
is about as much as I can manage

exercise?
alas not an option
work?
Oh I wish

write?
now there’s an idea

at least my
penthouse eyrie
is cool
literally and figuratively
on the hottest day
of the year

life is good
but I am
slowly going crazy

or am I

mwahahaha…

 

 

An Autumnal Acrostic

Autumn Sunshine

Autumn sunshine and shadows dance
under rapidly changing
trees
unloading their summer burden, as
myriad leaves fall,
noiselessly, in the pale
Sunlight
under a fading blue sky,
nervously twitching as they
signal that
here we are,
in the waning of the year,
near the skeletal time and
earth’s final gasp before renewal