Eggs in the morning
blue skies after months of rain
3 friends want to talk
after I haven’t talked to anyone
in weeks
this is how it goes
endurance
the moments in between
when I feel like myself
I know it’s not victories that do it
but the victories help
So often, it’s…
“What do you have?”
“What do I have?”
“I guess I’m doing all right.”
People get talked about
like they’re far off
but nobody gets immortalized
it doesn’t matter
I’m always looking for something that doesn’t make sense
Most people look at what doesn’t add up, “as crazy”
“She’s not playing with a full deck.”
if they get closer
they might find,
she always wins.
Maybe there isn’t an undercurrent of intrigue
but I like to think so
people aren’t what they seem
places are more than solid wood
An old man with crocodile toes smokes on his boat
drinking wine
and typing
Is he mad
if he talks to himself
and nobody else listens
He is an amphibian
a creature that rests in the sun
He lives in a way
nobody else can
and he does it so well
misery is foreign to him
although, many see him as half-a-step away from someplace
they never want to be
and they will never know him
or his way of being.