This is me trying to be o.k.

I am trying to be o.k.

Thinking about young souls who’ve past.

Contemplating Cancer’s reasons.

Sometimes hearts just stop.

This is me, trying to be o.k.

Not that young anymore.

Grey hair no longer a curse,

but more of a blessing – there is beauty in age.

For now, I am o.k.

As for tomorrow, history

seems to shrug it’s shoulders

leaving me out of the loop.

And I’m o.k. with that.

This is me trying to be o.k.

 

 

The trouble with book lovers.

Two book lovers
sit together
on the subway
reading
alone.

Do they
have
anything
much to say
to one another?

Or
is
the story
they’re reading
better?

Probably not.

Morning musings.

In the morning
before the sun
when the birds speak
and the city wakes,
after a good night
of drink,
the cure all — water
by my bedside,
I listen
to the sweet symphony
in my guts.

Optimism from a Bachelor’s of Science.

Rack focus

to what’s important.

Don’t get caught up

with all the blur

in between.

You’re the director,

the cinematographer,

the 1st and 2nd AC.

I’m no scientist

but I can work a camera.

KAZAAM! Nothing good ever came from a cash grab.

For those still trying

to make a statement

no matter how bleak

the future may seem

do not forget Kazaam

in fact, it can be used

in many different ways,

like inspiration

to aspire to be anything but,

or contempt

to actually have something to say,

and just for kicks

to have a good laugh at the system,

nothing good ever came

from a cash grab, except

the idea, the certainty

that money isn’t everything,

that you can do far better

without a twenty-million dollar

Hollywood budget.