#54 - Gibber-Jabber



If I could

I would have it all.

The road is long

and my automatic transmission 

is already wearing thin.

You really should’t bark at the self-made;

only the self-made with pride.

Their bombastity is pompous in stride

yet pessimism bleeds from their hopeful eyes.

(They make meals of shit. Trust me,

I’ve seen their feasts.)


Now life feels naked without love.

Don’t worry,

we won’t go down that street.

We all know the house

emotion so deep...


There’s roaches in my cupboard

and mices at my feet

yet this passage of laziness is so forgiving.

Let free will reign for another month.

Embraces for each of my friends,

steady hands,

emotion so deep....

July 28, 2004