Masks, and hands within your pockets.
Social distance new propriety,
Vacant shelves lack variety.
Suspicion looking out from cinched hoodies,
Cart without requisite goodies.
Each surviving in some measure,
Toilet paper desired treasure.
New world order we must face,
Draw the blinds, shelter in place.
“Your Constant Need…”
Your constant need for validation
Haunts my ranging soul
Suffocating on your filth
An unexpected role
At times like this I look for sense
As senseless as it is
Then remember you’re obtuse
And possess unmatched hubris
Mirrors mirrors on the wall
Telling truths when viewed
Stand in place and take a look
A soul-searching retinue
“Of This, Let Me Be Specific”
To all those enabled in the world
Of this, let me be specific
Empathy has a limit
There are more black holes here on earth,
Than in all the galaxies that exist
The tendency toward evolution
Has been overcome with a genetic self-centered mutation
That replicates inordinately in the direction of self-fulfilling prophecy
Your tears are not the only tears that have ever existed
Although, they might feel unique
They are not
Michael Stipe sang “Everybody Hurts”
And he was goddamned terrifically right
But, that doesn’t mean that the energy required of paying that attention
Falls within the purview of others
Sadly, the trend seems to be that people want you to recognize their pain
And if you don’t, well, they’ll remind you that you are a sub-par human,
And that they would like for you to take another look
Both today, and tomorrow
Give it a fucking rest
You’re draining the life from me
Lost my place
The rope and bucket fell down the well
How can I reach down deep within me now?
That place where the all gathers
That place that feeds the essence of me
Down there amongst the darkness
I count on it
What is this waking hurry?
Ripped from tender slumber
Cold water and steam
Socks blue or black?
Transit app announcing bus arrival
Did I lock the door?
Cologne and unwashed essences
Headed to death
One delay at a time