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”
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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
Nature Walk: a poem
Walking through the woods, mushrooms a-plentyGathered in my bag, fifteen or twentyBreathing in the air, windy and crispyPushes at my hair, slightly too wispyRemnants of the storm, ripped up and scatteredFallen trees despair, beaten and battered
Huh?: a couple poems
Huh? Part One I think we can all agreeThat being straight and whiteIs simply the bestCompletely superior Wait a second, I thought we were talking about teeth! Huh? Part Two So long there, friendSo sad to see you go,to throw it all way We all knew the potential you hadIf you just came out ofContinue reading “Huh?: a couple poems”
Other Men: a poem
Men diminish the evils of other menFor goodness sake, it was one mistake!Or a fluke, or a freak, a tiny minorityWhat about the peaceful majority? Their stance moves like flowing waterWhen explaining men to their teenage daughter
Dun Laoghaire: a poem
Sitting on a bench in Dun LaoghaireMy soul aches, wearyWatching the waves crash upon the rocksAlone, my mind talksSpeaking of people, places, and thingsBirds resting their wings Wind soothes me
Maybe: a poem
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Connolly Station: a poem
Sitting in a café by the stationWatching trains arrive and trains departI fall in love ten times a day
Welcome: a poem
Welcome to the internet, young manAn extra universe we’ve madeFits right in your pocketSits right on your desk Pretty women? Course they’re hereInfinite in number, in factSome joke, some dance, and some fuckQuite a paradise we’ve made But know this, young man,None of them will ever help youEverSo let’s put the phone down, get outContinue reading “Welcome: a poem”
Lefty Forrester 