making notes for tomorrow’s noon:
Tweet at Vans asking about comfy old man shoes.
Starring up at the night ball,
wondering why Robin Williams
and Eddie Murphy were never in a film together.
Starring up at the glass circle
with all the nicks of stars
looking like where pebbles
break windshields on highway Toyotas,
hoping this life is heaven.
Starring up at the evening’s indicator,
smiling in self reflective constellation aftermath
of my life and it’s questions, concerns and comments,
I can’t help but laugh it how it goes.
Starring up at the big plate,
feeling like small potatoes
being eaten by death
one day – one bite – at a time.