no crisis,
no cancer,
no fear,
no fleeting outrage
will push me from my merits.
The world is far stranger than I could have imagined.
All I can do is surrender.
...Sometimes the moon dips down low enough
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
I have been called a luddite for years
because I’ve ruined so many dinner parties
saying, “We’re all anxious, depressed.
We all have ADHD because we are constantly
connected to our devices.”
I am in an existential crisis:
“Am I 25? Or am I 41?"
What should I work on that hasn’t changed
between those ages,
between those me's.
I take out my phone,
and take a picture of cheese,
which I post on Instagram,
along with all my hopes and dreams,
only to be distracted by skate videos.
Joyriding jewelry through the sea of daydreams…
October pulls up a
Chair
in a vacant room
Being alone
Requires
emptiness
On the table
Papers
with coffee rings
Strewn to the side
of me
And left
Ocean in you
Fire in the hearth
No
one
to watch it
Amply furnished
Ticking clock
anyone
To listen?