Middle of the Road
So, anyway,
My car broke
Down in the
Middle of the road
And some people
Wearing outfits
Stopped by and
Killed me.
Stop
His overconfident mouth
Flapping open and closed,
Unendingly spewing some
Clueless soundtrack
That means something
Only to him.
Eyes glazing over,
Heads nodding off to
The droning hum.
Nobody’s ever told him
To stop.
Talk Talk Talk
Nobody ever listens,
They just
Talk talk talk,
In love with the sound
Of their own voices,
Smothering any
Meaningful communication.
I know,
I used to be
Like that.
Big Shot
Hey, big shot,
I see you over there
With your fancy car
And empty head,
Puffed chest,
Deflated self,
Screaming for attention,
Anything to make
The oily film of
Self-loathing
Abate for a moment.
Not Like Everyone Else
She’s not
Like everyone else.
She has courage
And insight.
She creates worlds
No one else has.
She doesn’t follow
Trends or fads.
She listens to
Her own voice.
Counting
He stopped counting
After the first one-hundred or so,
Each one blending into the last,
A long parade of sad beings
Turned inside out
Because they know nothing else,
Woeful creatures who have
Never had a voice of their own,
Easily enticed by
Waiting wolves.
As They Had Always Been
It was clear
He wouldn’t have
The courage to do
Anything but what
He had always done.
It took many years
Of memories and
Experiences to get
Here, none of which
He would let go of.
Things would remain
Much as they had
Always been,
Sad and stunted,
Unexamined.
Experiences
Waves come and go,
Some larger than others,
An insistent ebb and flow.
Sitting alone on a rock
Looking out over
A vast expanse of blue.
What is today
Will not be soon,
As always.
Experiences
Of many kinds,
Some forgotten.
It Just Happens
As she discovered
Over many years of
Resisting change,
There isn’t much
You can do about it,
If anything at all,
It just happens and
You have to deal with it
As you see fit,
Which determines
How your life transpires.