the new year has worn off for everyone...
standing in the ultimate graveyard plot,
life and its sometimes overwhelming Thursdays.
farewell to the sunshine in whiskey
on the drunkest holiday of the calendar.
what a day to be rewarded freedom back.
watching my daughter's gymnastics practice
for some reason thinking about a knife fight in Harlem.
that was another existence,
and for good I say good riddance.
I am a new person entirely,
barely able to remember that other bartender.
writing my computer on fire,
goddamn updates.
it's not one thing, it's everything,
I want to be confident in my incompetence.
new iPhone came to me at the post office,
goddamn updates.
complete with the background,
I am ageist in my outlook.
and the day is designed to die,
just like you and I.
this raises dizzying questions about quiet sensitivity,
selfishly hoping to connect with someone in wonder.
what weapons do we wield against the world,
which is against us?