Tuesday, February 28, 2017


everybody hates the lonely
don’t let them tell you otherwise
you are having a nice conversation
then you see the desperation in their eyes

all the years of solitude
come rising up like foam
in the flickering beams of your sympathy
they finally see their way home

their dreams and sad opinions
flow through the night and into dawn
their clutching hands reach out to you
but you are already gone

perhaps when you lie dying
in a little room alone
you will give a thought to those desperate ones
and regret your heart of stone


i am sorry i find life ridiculous
and can not share in your joys and sorrows
perhaps after a good night’s sleep
i will feel better tomorrow


how nasty life is!
and how even worse people are!
how i wish i were an anchovy
in a can on the shelf of an abandoned supermarket

or even better
on a pizza half-eaten
and tossed aside in its cardboard box
on a sidewalk in the rain

a million cab drivers weep
dreaming of neanderthal maidens
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches


john was just a guy
and he lived in just a town
on just a planet
that was neither up nor down

john liked jelly doughnuts
and caressed them with his touch
and he also liked cheeseburgers
but not nearly as much

john watched television
all day and all night
his favorite shows were perry mason
and the price is right

his mom lived in the basement
and his dad lived in the attic
they argued about religion
but all john head was static

his brothers all liked batman
but john liked superman
his favorite singer was dolly parton
he was her most committed fan

you may ask what was john’s purpose
and what was his life’s task
and those are good questions
but who are we to ask?