Now I was born on an August Saturday morn’ in 1993The doctor who delivered me, funnily enough,was named John Kennedy, that must be toughSharing that name with that man I was over ten pounds at my birth,made crying sounds my first day on EarthMy older brother, who was learning to spell,called me “P-I-G”The insult fellContinue reading “1993-2024: a poem”
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To-do List: a poem
My poor, old to-do list,How burdened you must feelSuch lofty expectationsSolve every aspect of life itselfI should be less demandingOh! I’ll put that on tomorrow’s list!
Wandering: a poem
Nine billion people wand’ring aroundSearching for answers that can’t be foundDoes it ever start to make any sense?Should we just throw away the whole pretense? Nine million species throughout the biosphereYet only one questioning why it’s hereDid something go wrong?
Final Pages: a poem
Taking shelter at the bus stopBitter rain pouring downStreaking glass Pull the novel from my backpackReading final pagesMinutes pass Characters say their last goodbyesFallen brothers buriedHeartbreak stirs Story finished, and so am IBus arrives, pay my fareEngine purrs
Personas: a poem
This is my secret inventionNot sure why I mentionBut I made it special for you This is my top secret meetingCan’t believe I’m concedingDiscussions of characters lost This is my hidden agendumYou really oughtta commend ’emFor following through on the plan This is my mystery trainingI’ll walk around while it’s rainingSelling my words for aContinue reading “Personas: a poem”
Four Swedes: a poem
Boy, oh boy,Could those four Swedes playChords, beats, and words of pure euphoria AgainAgainAgain Now I myself have never wanted a man,Before or after midnight,But during those 4 minutes, 51 seconds,Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Simple Scene: a poem
How pretty does the swan appearDrifting down the pondHow strongly do the hearts endearAll God’s creatures bond How proudly does the tree prevailDay, night, and seasonHow softly does my mind exhaleNo thoughts, no reason How quickly does the rain crash downPeople heading homeHow slowly walking into townThrough wet streets I roam
Random Rush: a poem
Thank God I’ve never been diagnosedWith that weird bipolar thingCourse I behave the same as mostEveryone gets that fuzzy feelingOn the top of their brainWhen they’re feeling goodCan’t even remember painAnd even if I could,I don’t think I’d stopListenin’ to those same old groovesClassic rock, funk, and popYou know I still got the movesSome ofContinue reading “Random Rush: a poem”
Mind and Heart: a poem
Of course I know itScientificallyMathematicallyLogicallyThe gambler’s fallacy is just thatA fallacy But at the same time,Come on…
Whatever Time It Is: a poem
I’m exhaustedI’m comfortableI’m free from aches and pains The air is coolThe room is darkThe bed is cozy Yet Sleep eludes meHiding in some crack in the wallLike the pest it always is
Lefty Forrester 