An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers

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My energy comes in cans

And my rest comes in capsules.

But your wakefulness is

More tainted by your stasis,

Simple manner of being that poisons.

You call me. I am what I am,

But not what you call me.

We sit in the sun, dance in the rain,

Sing songs about the beginning,

Drink away the idea of an end and

Pretend like it simply couldn't be.

Our beginning would make

An awfully sorrowful song

And our end a farther depressing one

But we live in the moment,

A moment we engineered to be as

Childishly optimistic as possible.

The world sees our youth

Shake their heads at our passion

Whisper as though we were fools

But only the fools are the ones

That self-righteously find shameful

The things they cannot understand.

Moments are wistfully waning

Silence is a quiet curse

I want to enjoy the melodies

Spilling wondrously from your lips,

Lips that I wonder about,

Hardly wonder the way that I wonder,

Wonder what dances in the mind.

Minds unlike any other, individual

In our lonesome, twisted selves.

Vibrant is the sound of life,

Nature never ending.

Those thousands of droplets

Emotionless in passing,

Removed from the air, falling freely,

Become one with the heartless mass.

To me it seems lonely, for I am alone.

People pass, headphones blaring

Nature's empty voice is unheard

Alone and mute, wild and untamed,

I think of you by the water's edge

Wonder who else thinks of you too.

Trickles make facets, ripples in the stream

Layers of momentum that pool into

That same hopeless mass.

Lacking logic it simply flows

And the gosling understands

More so than I, it stands unafraid.

Human presence is a part of living

But still it is wary, eye wanders my

Curious stance, cocks its head.

For I am unusual, so few stop to stare.

Headphones donned,

I don't have to think about the trees

The water, the way you smile at me.

But I choose to regardless,

Reach up and stroke the leaves of the shaggy tree,

Wonder if you would do the same.

Wonder if anyone has done the same,

Wonder if I am strange.

(10 April 2015)