Category: lines

i wrote you a series of letters
that i never sent to you.
i recently burned them
and it felt good.
well, i rolled ‘em into joints
and smoked them.
which is probably why
it felt so good.

i drive fairly safe,
though i still constantly fear
that my brakes will fail

old lady insists
for me to remain seated
my stop passes by

whatever you want
to call that spade
is irrelevant.
you are still
digging your grave
with it.

you are still
uncomfortable.
and i am still
unapologetic.

i could have
said it better
myself.
(but i never did.)

the elderly lady kept insisting
i not get off my seat,
even though
my stop had arrived.

you should never say:
“you couldn’t have found a better man”
to women who are in the habit
of verifying such claims.

and as much as we like to declare
what is wrong and what is right
the eyes can only see
as much as there is light.
so carry with yourself a flashlight
or a torch in your mind,
and turn it on
from time to time.
it’s not surprising to be lost
driving without headlights
as we approach the night.
while you may even wander into the mystical deep,
a walk is not a walk when we walk while we sleep.
so…
it’s okay.
it’s okay to sleep now.
and it’s okay to wake
every now and then.

when the stepping stones
don’t seem enough,
just follow the path
that you make
with each step.

then take a moment, or two –
glare at the empty sky,
and realize that
the shooting star
is a lonesome star.

dream as you might,
as many as you like,
as many as the night may give.
one step at a time, my dear,
is all you should ever take.
one breath at a time, my dear,
is all you should ever take.