I brew coffee in the late morning.
I boil water for my oatmeal treat.
My toilet gurgles due to a leak.
I don't have a lot of time on this earth,
but I do have a long time to live.
What ever comes to mind,
what is left for chance,
I see the variables and the season
through a plant-covered window.
When will the dissension stop?
Why don't you turn off the air-
conditioner?
It is way too cool in here to keep
it on.
Does my smoke-filled room rise and
enter every opening as you frolic
and laugh with your booty and booty-
maker?
Your screeches and sounds
make me feel dumb.
I try it with sadness, and embrace
the madness.
Happy floating downstream, rough
riding upstream.
Tension is in the stretched rope.
let it go and it will slacken.
Peaceful protests turn into riots.
Burning ends the silence.
Fighting for causes and not knowing
what those causes are.
The disease remains: I'll sit back and
play my guitar, do some laundry, collect
my coins, paint a picture, and have a
smoke.
Mine is a shoe-shine world and a red
cardinal crown beginning.
Happy memories are my mother,
father, brothers, sisters and family.
Anger and fear are my enemies
These are the best and worst of times.