Out There

In here
Nobody matters. We are
Interchangeable cogs in a
Bullshit machine. You
Can be easily replaced,
Especially if you’ve
Accidentally seen too many
Years here and have hit
The pay cap. Any excuse
To get you out and replace you
With someone cheaper
And unquestioning.
But

Out there
You are unique. Nobody
Can fill your spot, no
Matter how
Insignificant and ordinary
You may sometimes feel.
You are anything but interchangeable
Out there.
Get out and stay out.
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go to work in the dark
      leave from work in the dark
      there is only dark
                    while I am there

Muses

Ordinary people are matte,
Dull, unremarkable
You pass them by
Without a thought


But muses-
Muses shimmer
Like air above hot pavement
With iridescent auras
They make your brain
Their home and
Visit you often in your writing, drawing,
Thoughts, dreams


They rush through your veins
Like heroin euphoria,
Wildfire eating a dry forest
All-consuming and incandescent


Everything they do seems
Supernatural
Every mannerism is enchanting
You hang on their
Words and ideas
As if they are passing along some
Ancient knowledge


We subconsciously want their
Innate magic
Because we always want
What we can’t have
So instead we give them
Room and board in our heads
So we can call on them any time
To keep us inspired and spellbound
Windshield wipers
Lazily bat away mist
As I drive through
My own personal Winterfell


The Boltons of ‘progress’ are
Razing it piece by piece
Tearing away its rural charm,
One landmark and backroad at a time


Where is Baelish to send in his army
To stop it?
Snow falls in front of
Night time headlights like
Heavy dust suddenly disturbed,
Flittering down a ray of sunshine

First snow of the season
Everyone is panicking

                    Nothing is sticking yet

1-6-2017
Snow falls heavily,
Silently
In the night
Peace manifesting as
Minute, delicate crystals
Tatted together in the heavens
New glowing white blanket
Reflects white moonlight against the
Velvet night sky


Dusk lifts
White monotone sparkles under the fresh sun
Branches and power lines glitter
Against a cobalt sky
Pristine coating unifies
Differences in the earth below it
Pure and untouched
Until the first set of dainty bird tracks
Graces the surface


Winter’s first snowfall

 

11/2016

Adulting

Being a functional adult

Is trying sometimes

 

Life doesn’t care if you’re

Sick, tired, depressed, anxious,

Having a general off-day and

Just don’t fucking “feel like it”

 

Having to function through

Anything other than optimum is

What you were signed up for

 

And those dishes you left in the sink

Will

Still

Be

There

When you get home

steady rain falls
some drops join together and
tick     against the windowsill

overhead, an occasional
wayfaring     roll    of gentle thunder

a train passes   in   the       distance,
sighing a light   whistle

time to sleep



6-19-'17