You pass through life too fast you might miss it.

Yesterday it finally dawned on me
the reality of paper living.

We waste our entire lives all
wanting to be rich
working more hours than to live.

We surround ourselves with bills
allowing governments to waste
always giving us more things to pay
that should have long ago been paid.

And here you are looking at all these
new expenses like a comic page
because the world is busy
wanting likewise to be rich from you.

I say, everything is wrong in our
fevers to be dreaming wanting better
living when we're hardly even living.

I am in the bookstore, reading poetry,
like a madman in a zoo
being watched by the world through glass.

A lone man, barely 30, staying calmly
enjoying living.

05.30.23

Day dreaming

An artist offering to the world
a peace of paper with words
that mend the soul
and being offered green paper
that buys into what is meaning.

We live, thus, in two worlds
viewing different sunsets
on a different rhythm of time
as we pass through life.

I am, in the park observing spring
illuminating through the early mist
and you, elsewhere
counting credit checks.

I am
so very much apologetic
for the way things are.
You there, born into the city
adapting into luxury,
as I am very much content
holding flowers in my hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

05.28.23

brown sand

To this day I refuse to be a color
telling others about my skin.

I'd rather not say anything at all
so that maybe someone will see
the reality of me.

I don't even dress my occupation
because
I mostly do not care.

It is summer now
and I'll be wearing black
shoes and a white pullover.

I'd love to know what you think
when you think then
of me.

Of all the men on earth, please
do not stereotype my life.

I am the one who stays
giving you a hand.

I am not the world
kicking to your face
brown sand.

08.12.22