lonely

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

sorrow

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

poem

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

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?