It is a given the young never believe they will grow old someday that when you finally are old, given it is.
Oh, yes, call me opinionated. 'Call me irresponsible, call me unreliable' But, you don't have to call me Johnson.
When you are eight you want to be a teen to drive and stay out late then you want to be twenty one to legally drink booze at some crumby bar and pick up a cute chick but then you know you must've messed up somewhere along the way and really started getting old before… Continue reading Growing Old
Years ago a shrink diagnosed me as 'neurotic'. Imagine that. what a surprise, a poem writer who's neurotic. Gee, how often could that happen? seems to add fuel to my posts. it's nice to know when you're in good company. Some poets had a harder life than I. Poe drank heavily. He collapsed and died… Continue reading Neurotic and proud of it
I asked my shrink many decades ago his diagnosis of me. 'Neurotic', he replied. I asked him what that was and he briefly described it. it didn't seem too bad to me. I was OK with it. So, later on I married a suicidal psychopath. she had seen the devil on occasion and do other… Continue reading The Psychologist’s couch
Rock and roll song playing in my head clock's ticking long bong, bong, bong life's a wasting going, going, gone 500 channels nothing on pulling the last of my hair out might as well skip through a field of daisies bald man gone old neighbor Fred sitting in his chair watching me plucking down a… Continue reading Clock is Ticking
I didn't make all this mess but, I was 'born into this' ('Dinosauria, We' thanks, Bukowski) so, I have to deal with something I didn't create I know you didn't do it but it would be sure nice to blame someone other than me even though it never helps and keeps me acting like a… Continue reading I didn’t make this mess (Pizza, anyone?)
There was a man dancing on stage in his pink Tutu with the spotlight on him. He turned and shouted since I was up in the balcony... he singled me out because I was the only one there. now, someone turned the spotlight on me illuminating the darkness I was sitting within. 'are you man… Continue reading Man enough
Through the eyes of love's inebriation, two heads are not better than one where there is no common sense and sensibility they should drink wine by the barrel full in a toast to each other's charms in wait for the day that God-given beam of light bursts down through heaven's gates enlightening thereby sobering them… Continue reading Common sense and sensibility
We don't get to vote anymore we lost it when no one thought it mattered we can't own a gun all the criminals still have them all the news says the same thing they tell us what to believe there are two parties conservative and liberal they take turns every other year things are pretty… Continue reading It’s not the same anymore