stop, relax and wonder.

I know people

far too busy

to stop, relax and wonder.

And it’s quite sad

in a way

to stop, relax and wonder.

If they knew I

had the time

to stop, relax and wonder.

They’d probably scoff

like nobody ought

to stop, relax and wonder.

Until the sordid, morbid day

they stop, relax and wonder

perhaps it’s I

who’s mourned the day

one too many times over?

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For better or worse, he wondered.

He wondered
what was wrong.

The internet
held the ability
to allow a man
to see and wonder.

Though he knew
better than to ask.

The internet too
had the ability
to allow a man
to instantaniously react.

Though he knew
better than to act.

For better or worse
he wondered, alone
in a coffee shop
like he’d done before,
in past lives
he’d lived and loved
long before the internet —
man wondered.

My Bluebird

You were so different than me

And you loved Joan Cusack

I never did get to finished Infinite Jest

But there you were in a Brooklyn apartment

And you introduced me to Brett Easton Ellis

So there’s a silver lining in everything

I guess, so like Bukowski

You’re the Bluebird in my heart

But I’m not giving you up to them

I just watch

with wonder

as you fly away.

As they wonder.

We
don’t
genuinely
love
the stranger
on the corner,
on the television,
at work,
on the daily news.

We
get
used
to them
like they
get used to us,
to being liked,
to being lied to,
to being accepted.

We
wonder
why they
have it so good,
why we can’t quite get it straight,
why the stranger
on the corner, can’t get his act together,
why the camera’s won’t turn off,
we wander as they wonder.

As they wander, we wonder.