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Life (In Layman’s Terms)

Life (In Layman's Terms) #1 Picture

Life (In Layman’s Terms) #1

It’s a rut.
The tire dug a hole and
then got stuck.
You can rock it,
forward and reverse,
but grooves manufactured only
make the damned thing
all the worse.


Monday again, folks. Well, I sure as heck can’t keep it another work week from coming, but hopefully I came make it a little better. The poem above is from a few scrap ideas that I’ve enjoyed, and I thought you might like them to. Simple to understand and gets to the point of it, I’d like to think.

If that guy above just isn’t doing the job for ya, maybe checking out my Pintrest will brighten your Monday right on up. You can find it here, and be sure to let me know if you enjoy!


Well, as usual, I hope your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Remedy (Just Make it Through)

Picture for poem


It’s the only quick fix
answer that we’ve come
up with

Day in and out we
run this endless sort
of drive

Up and at ‘um just
rush through life
eyes closed

Keep your head down
hands to yourself and
hug that workload

It ain’t pretty but
it’ll get us through
mostly intact

Just trust the grind
keep your wits about you
and, most importantly,
don’t forget to


Monday again, folks. I know this week might seem a little tough but, well, hopefully I got something here that might help. In addition to the little lament above, I’ll post a link to my pinterest below. Might just make the Monday go a bit quicker by.

Procrastitorian’s Pinterest


Grumpy Cat Real

Sometimes I
wonder how far I’ve wandered
but, mostly,
I just wander
amble about in shades
of tawny blue and
forget to ask the questions
I don’t really think
just move.


Ugh, Monday again, isn’t it? One of those mornings where I just kind of sit here and try to get around it. Still, I suppose if I’m up I better just stay and hope I can keep going with the right amount of fuel. Of course this one above is yet another Monday poem, written to let you know you’re not alone in all your shambling about.


As always, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.


Burbon and Bad Ideas

Bourbon and Bad Ideas

Bourbon and Bad Ideas

Klonopin and coffee
wishes and regrets
Grey Goose in my water jugs
hearts of innocence

Crushed up pills and candy
morals and blind luck
a thousand euphoric little beasts
the angles gods gave up.


Well, Monday again, ain’t it folks? Suppose we have to get along wit it as much as possible but, well, here’s a little poem to hopefully ease yourself into the day (or through it, for that matter). This one I spent a good deal with struggling last night. I fought off some handful of hours worth of sleep in order to just get these few little lines. Bourbon and Bad Ideas  came to me thanks to one of my favorite songs (which you can find at the bottom of my ‘These are a few of my favorites things’ page), and I toyed with it for days before finally getting an idea that I kinda liked to play around with. And, well, after that struggle you got these few little lines, playing on our vices and our misplaced virtues.

Thanks for stopping by and here’s to hoping that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Skin of My Teeth

Skin of My Teeth

Skin of My Teeth

I swear that if I
caught a break I
wouldn’t know what
to do with it,

always on edge,
ready to move,
taking a defensive
position, and ready
to follow through,
with whatever crisis
needs adverting
this time round,

but, come each brand
new hell, you can
bet I’ll still be
found lingering long after
the brimstone cools
right on down ,and
the spotlight shines
on the one who just
barely got by, unlike
all the unfortunate rest.


We’re here again, aren’t we, folks? Monday’s done come and spoiled our fun (oooo, I like that line for another poem. Noted 😉 ) but, like the soldiers we are, we’ll just have to keep carrying on until that long road marches us right into our next reprieve. Until then, I hope my writing this week will help sweep things along. That is, of course, unless any more bombs get dropped around here as seems par for the course of fate.

This little guy is a reminder that, no matter what, that most of us are survivors who live dodging one crisis to the next and that, no matter what’s going on, you’re not alone it in; I feel your pain, my friend!  Besides, adversity seems to make us show our best, whether we like it or not.

Here’s to hoping that your work day is short, your boss caught either a case of kindness or that nasty lil’ virus where they can’t talk long enough to annoy you, and that you’ve got something cold and refreshing waiting back home for you when the day finally comes to an end.

Flightless Plight

Monday reminds me that
I’m mortal,
breaks the bounds that
I have broke,
plucks the plumes from
weekend wings,
and grounds both my
expectations and my hopes.

But in defiance I
grow them still,
all the stronger back,
refusing to break
under that unyielding yoke,
and live a life where at
I am flightless and

Needless to say, it’s Monday again, folks. Could I apologize enough to soften its blow, I would but instead I offer the above poem. Hopefully it reminds you that, while the work week has just begun, you’re going to be free again soon and, if you work hard enough, you might just escape it for good. 

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