mental instability, neurosis, diagnosis, happiness

Living in the Land of Neurosis

Living in the land of neurosis get that diagnosis feeling very comatosis. don't kill yourself go take another nap. go kiss your pap. beer bottles clanking together toasting every minute of it. pop tart smoking in the squeaky old toaster. pot belly pig roasting in the roaster. hop aboard the bumpy freeway roller coaster and… Continue reading Living in the Land of Neurosis

me, happiness, sadness, life, poetry, steven humphreys


It's me again overbearing the large and grandiose I flow through thine trees this fellow being evolving in its own way in midst of crude involvement complexity forgetfulness installments who am I? I am he who brings abounding slow methodical change purest soul of souls pray to me in readiness for blank astonishment a becoming… Continue reading Me

old town, nostalgia, time machine, poetry, steven humphreys

Old town

Taking a drive through old town light and dark sides it is what has grown inside you that made you you remember growing up with all those childish clowns? it was their childishness making all those jokes about you with that ridiculous asinine laughing cackling sound they were young children undone adolescents unsung more than kinda' dumb teenyboppers… Continue reading Old town

its a beautiful day, poetry, steven humphreys

It’s a Beautiful Day

It's a beautiful day for a holocaust a rational day is why who would want a gloomy way full of clouds and die the judges of the world betray humanity aches and stoops thinking back to my old pets as I ladle soup they rest amongst Pleiades deep in my immedicable heart ever swirling whirlwinds straighten… Continue reading It’s a Beautiful Day



That thing we call you it moves on to the next step evolvement you are not a baby anymore that's long passed but, you once were where did that 'you' go? I miss my seven year old step daughter the way she was where did she go? she has changed in almost every way who is this… Continue reading Evolvement


Under a Blanket

Can't find my way back home that old truck used to be new I didn't know it would turn old wandering the crooked  streets with me in this little town at midnight never thought an old man would be driving an old truck that didn't know its way back home a dark figure walks pacing through… Continue reading Under a Blanket


Without You and I

You wouldn't know the difference between them and you when you conversed they will act like us saying the same words they will look like us and they will think (not like us) but they won't fear death like we do because they will never be born they will be made soon but fortunately for us they… Continue reading Without You and I


Face of Clay

this face of clay we think we really know awareness of the outside and inside down the pit of our stomach to the tips of our toes not quite enough to quell the dismay sweet pure pain in a broken heart that knows how to break itself into little pieces to its own dungeon bequeathed… Continue reading Face of Clay


Living for a Haircut

Living for a haircut Living from paycheck to paycheck living buying stuff when enough stuff is enough stripping off our evolution going far away from the places we used to believe were real giving a smile eating a cookie sitting in that barbershop chair looking in the mirror while so many lottery winners get more miserable… Continue reading Living for a Haircut