A dying sparrow under stars
just wondering who and what we are
asking all the right questions only
before the lights go out
Little update on the site, I’ll be throwing on some more of my work here in the next coming weeks (poem scraps, short stories, etc) again. Getting back to the old way of doing things. Probably add in a little chronic illness humor to go in with my general disdain for everything Monday as well.
As always, I hope your Monday flies on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
If you gotta work today, folks, I suggest the caffeinate and motivate method of existence. You have my empathy. For all of those of you off, I hope you enjoy your Memorial day.
I’m not done yet
but outsides gotten
a bit tough,
been through the wringer
and seered just enough
to develop thick skin
firm enough to chew
starting to grey that
heart and dim my
Well, you’ve made it to Wednesday, folks. Halfway there and, hopefully, a good lot of you are looking forwards to some time off. It’s much needed, I imagine and I can tell you I am glad to have it.
Either way, I hope you enjoy the poem above. There are times when not even I can figure out why I’ve written a poem a certian way. And why the hell I decided to use a steak metaphor for myself and how I’ve been feeling lately, I’ll never know. Either way, if you’re feeling a little like me, like you’ve been in the fire a little too long and you’re starting to get over done, I hope you find some time to cool off and keep going on.
Now, if you weren’t here reading yesterday, I’m including a link here to aid in the tornado recovery that struck my home town a week ago. EF-4 left some friends and family with nothing but a pile of splintered wood and a whole lot of trouble, and I’d be mighty grateful if you clicked the link and pushed a little love their way. http://heroesmemorial.org/content/information-guide-washington-il .
Well, here’s to hoping your day flies by and that you’ve got something strong and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home at night.
Shrink: I think you’re an alcoholic.
Patient: And I think you’re a lousy square who is severely biased against awesomeness, but let’s keep our funny little opinions to ourselves, shall we?
In the lack of poems, I’ve got quips. Lots of funny little few liners that someone might get to chuckle at while I’m still scrounging for time. This one I found particularly funny just cause, you know, one man’s aliment is another’s enjoyment! Hope this funny little thing helps you get through your workday a little better.
Also a quick note: 2700! The number is crazy high, if you ask me. About three hundred more people decide to give a little quick, and I’ve got another awesome dedication poem to do and might just think of throwing a Facebook page up for good measure. Case any of you real nutjobs wanna see what I find funny, or get a glimpse at some of my scraps that I’m working to turn into poems!
Sipping spite from a coffee mug,
washing down the bitter reality,
chomping on a bacon, egg, and better days,
savoring the bowl of sugar frosted memories.
Buttering up a burnt out slice,
you’re making the best of everything,
playing chef with lukewarm left overs,
seasoning bland strained broth with
Mornin’, folks. It’s especially on Monday’s when you have to scrape something nutritional together in the morning, mustering up the will to just get back at it for another week. Here’s to hoping that your Monday is mild, and the week goes quickly by!