Despite rubbernecking, you’re obscured from my view.
It requires staid patience to come into view.
You’ve hidden your features.
It appears I have too.
Despite the fair warning, you try to avoid,
The safety created, by stating that point.
It’s ludicrous that your nose is now out of joint.
Swerving to beat me.
Will get you destroyed.
Stay at a distance, stay in your lane.
Observe locomotion, my pace I sustain.
The solution is most assuredly plain:
Temper your patience.
From aggression, abstain.
If you are trying to pass me, I’m afraid you will find.
Consequence of that action will be greatly unkind.
If you must do something, keep this in mind:
Your actions affect others.
So please stay behind.
If you can’t see my mirrors I can’t see you.
Despite protestation, you need to stay cool.
It requires staid patience from my point of view.
You need to accept it.
Won’t be long before we’re through.
A poem for all the folks in a hurry out there. Remember, a stopped bus isn’t an invitation to speed around to get ahead. What you can’t often see is people passing in front of the bus, and if you decide to prove a point by aggressively going around a bus, then you put yourself and others in danger.
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Born: March 1974
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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