i thought it was you
the rhyme to all my reason
apparently not

i love all of you
it’s true
yes, carl, even you
i wish you all
good health
generational wealth
full tummies
and adjustable belts
i hope you find
expression through art
love to fill your heart.
and if there’s turmoil
a friend, to help you restart

but…i must ask
please stand back
when you approach me, please wear a mask
this isn’t a personal attack
all i ask is you just do the math

it’s not complicated, it’s quite easy
(you + mask)

• (6 feet away from me)
• everyone
  = we’re all more likely to be covid free

but but but, you stammer
you are a sheep
quoting verbatim a loop on repeat
some foxnewsmaxx bullshit, like…
democrats are evil satanist commie liberals
they want to steal your tv
aoc will eat your baby
take away your guns and red meat
and some rambling nonsense about, the clintons? hillary??

you believe all that and i’m the sheep?
i blindly follow whatever they tell me?

l
o
l

i still love you though.
for fucks sake, wear a mask.

note from the author: politics/schmolotics, i truly don’t care anymore. all these politicians are full of shit. oh, and ted cruz eats babies.

jealous rage
the fastest way from a woman’s heart
is to project insecurity
in any part
confidence is paramount
rid yourself of all self-doubt
and for that, all she’ll see
is the man she wants
the one you should be
so don’t
interrupt or react
don’t lurk about
don’t attack
don’t say things you’ll regret
don’t shut down
or reject
don’t do the things
that she detests
maybe if you
turn the page
learn how to push past
your jealous rage
just maybe….
you’ll recapture her spark.

flesh drips
from
our bones
like
wax exposed
to
open flame
eyes turn grey
as
sharpened stone
hammered by
wind
and
rain

ping
message sent
a traced route
packet loss
zero percent
ping
message sent
a feeling of doubt
nothing is louder
than omission

history as an arc of time
a finger swipe followed as
a curved line
making stories up as we go
memories of the people
we used to know
feelings allocated and retracted
won’t fight it so i’ll
stay distracted
by my nostalgia machine
wash, rinse and repeat until
all memories are clean

all the windows
you crawled through
only to find
locked doors
none of it is
as remembered
when the memory
is only yours
none of it is
true
none of it is
false
living a life
the one you thought
you lost

ping
message sent
a traced route
packet loss
hundred percent
ping
failed transmission
nothing is louder
than omission