I Feel Like Writing

And so it begins

like leaving your place in the morning 

to go do what you do.

In my case, it’s never the same, 

though always familiar; my spot on the

sidewalk, people walking by, coffee,

cigarettes, my excuses for being alive.

Will profundity arise from the orts of 

experience? 

Time will tell.

A guy I know says hello…he’s kind of

a sad sack, continually trying to get his

trip together.

He says I’m his only friend in town.

I ask why.

He says he’s not very sociable…I  tell

him I feel the same way.

So, there’s that…not much really,

but that’s what there is, other than

a world in confusion, in which

we all live,

looking for answers

in the shops,

at fiestas,

on the internet, oh yeah…

all the wrong places.

He’s not looking for answers,

just a way to survive.

The big answers are above his pay grade…

most people are too busy to care.

It’s the hot season, 90’s today.

I lie in bed naked, fans on, a shower

before I burst into flame.

They say it’s because of El Niño…

as good a reason as any.

The rains will come at the end of May…

deferred relief, like retirement at the end

of a life of toil, when many wonder what 

their life was actually for, never learned

how to do nothing, a shocking revelation,

a final truth, too common, too mundane 

to be of much use at that point, although 

some take up a hobby, find a new endeavor,

the ones that still have some life left in them.

Another guy I know walks bye, a good artist, 

with four sweet dogs…the littlest one squeaks 

and jumps on my knee…a great moment in

this day of a life.

I wonder how many lives I’ve lived…I think

reincarnation is fact, I’ve seen proof from some

Tibetans, (they’re good with that stuff).

Then, you have the scientists looking for the

ultimate in the tiniest of atoms, in the universe,

in the process forgetting where they are…

cosmic irony, like Vonnegut’s genius bunny

with an over large head, shot by a farmer that

wouldn’t even eat it because the big head made

him nervous…and so it goes.