Another Day

Yeah, but this is the good part because I’ll remember 

because I wrote it down…details, even, of what happened.

The rest of it will be as if nothing had happened.

“Well, what?” he said, as if nothing had happened.

There’s a whole play about it titled: “Waiting For Godot.”

It was a play about nothing happening while they wait.

So, by writing this, am I writing something, or, is it 

“Much to do about nothing.”? 

There are those that want to know.

I know nothing, so, that’s close, I guess.

The closest I’ll get is saying nothing more.

April Fool

 Asymptomatic…normal, if you like.

Just walking around like the rest of them.

A perfect world with perfect people

doing their things in perfect harmony

with themselves and each other.

Should I say it yet?

No more hunger.

No more war.

Onward into the future in glorious evolution

and gleaming teeth.

Colonizing our galaxy because we can.

Brave new paradises unfold to our touch.

No more confusion.

No more fear.

Life is lived in dance, art and joy.

You don’t have to like everyone, 

but you can love them all…at least

that part is true.

Even death doesn’t have to be an obstacle.

It can be seen as a transition to another state.

Is that too much to ask?

Oh, I forgot to say

April Fool.