strange brew, weirdo, off beat
Spiritual poetry

Here’s where I can be my own ‘Weirdo’

Here's where I can be my own 'Weirdo'. Doesn't everyone need to find their own forum for what's ailing them? Oh, do we need an excuse to do what we do? After we are both gone, no one will remember us. So, what do we actually have to lose? Forgotten words, feelings, thoughts and actions...… Continue reading Here’s where I can be my own ‘Weirdo’

work 25 years, retire, alcohol, bar, depressed, unstable
Poetry of life

Work 25 years

Life doesn't go anywhere MONEY we don't live forever FOOD love while you can ALCOHOL get a good job sell your soul work 25 years have a retirement party go home throw up in that toilet you should've cleaned better (but, we don't care much then nor will we probably remember much thereafter...) and pass… Continue reading Work 25 years

the eyes have it, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, prose
Poetry of life

The Eyes Have it

Went to a shrink about thirty years ago. Barney who had a PhD. I really liked him, he was a great guy. He was also a professor at USC or UCLA. I don't remember which university. Anyway, he told me I was a Putzer (I guess he should know what a putzer was, being he… Continue reading The Eyes Have it