Month: October 2019

thousand-mile stare into a computer monitor,

a longing gaze out the window,

“Another day in paradise.”

This poem is part of a series of stream of consciousness writings.

another evening with a dry mouth:

saw the same old friends,

made plans for a date,

but she didn’t show.

and so I think I’m heading south

to see what I can mend;

to let go of hate

and let things go

This poem is part of a series of stream of consciousness writings.

Swilling beer

sorting gear

and staving fear

I pack

the end is near

this much is clear

everything is dear

and never to come back

nothing lasts

so pass the flask

This poem is part of a series of stream of consciousness writings.

rootin’ around and bootin’ around

we don’t talk like we used to

it seems weird to say I miss you

but we don’t really see each other much lately

so I guess I ought to

This poem is part of a series of stream of consciousness writings.

picket fences aren’t something I ever thought I’d long for

and I can’t remember the last time I saw one.

I used to live around a few houses that had them

and I always heard people talk about them.

I never really thought there was anything spectacular about them,

but here I am

thinking about them.

This poem is part of a series of stream of consciousness writings.