Poem 12/18/2020

 “I was a traitor on Wall Street for fifteen years.”

“Three more chakras and I get a gold star.”

“Am I crazy, or is this a crazy world we live in?”

“I’m not Liberal, Conservative, Libertarian or

Pastafarian. I’m a Biker.”

“Experience is more flavorful with a pinch of

uncertainty.”

I got up from the typewriter. Writing tropes for 

a living was a sweet gig. Word juggling….a 

little misdirection and the Rubes are hooked, 

looking for a happy ending.

I just keep walking 

on the endless forward path

uncertainty gone.

Uncertainty gone,

life and death no mystery,

smooth sailing ahead.

Maybe.