it comes when it does

it comes in the night
in the morning while waking

it comes with a fright
sometimes without thinking

turns on like a light
or out somewhere drinking

when it does
it soothes with delight.

it comes after noon
in Ubers and cars

it comes now in June
in twilight and bars

I sit with the moon
and contemplate stars

when it does
I’m nearer than far.

it comes in the mourning
and pages of books

it comes without warning
in passerby who

look quiet and boring
it comes quite aloof

when it does, I’m
up on the roof.

it can not be forced
like lovers divorced

it does what it does
with little remorse

it comes like the wind
a powerful force

when it does
I can’t quite explain.

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rand0m th0ught #117

make up your mind, or don’t

either way, someone out there

is making up theirs, so

best of luck

petty thieves

as my head grows tired

wicked thoughts persist

my handkerchief’s been stolen

by Oliver Twist, such grueling times

though we both know,

more gruel for the youngster

the farther he’ll go,

and what petty crimes

the slip of the tongue

but why dear boy, do you continue to run?

I’ve asked you first, now answer

me? It’s for my health, and body you see,

nobody likes a little cunt

nobody cares for the likes of us

so hand it over, my handkerchief? No

my boy, you’re not a thief,

I knew that then, like I know now

your common and good

as good allows,

what I request, you cannot see

it grows within both you and me

those wicked thoughts, hand them over

my head’s now clear, fine and sober

and promise this, all right you first?

no this is not me at my worst,

so why don’t I? well why don’t you?

it’s yours to keep, yes that will do,

you’re right, perhaps I couldn’t see

the horror that in my defeat

is pure of heart, is yours is mine

both petty thieves in our own time