Experienced

I think people forget that “having an experience” doesn’t have to mean skydiving

Over there

Sometimes I feel like the things that matter most are out of reach

Let America Be America Again

How did it come to be that in 2017 a poem written in 1935 can ring so true?

Internet rage

Virtual justice. We just saved the world.

Speechless

I’ve got a thousand things to say. Unfortunately, I’m down to a few hundred words with which to say them.

Old men and root beer

he sits at his typewriter getting drunk off old root beer and writes poems about old men getting drunk on root beer and writing poems.

Things

Somehow I sit here thinking of those things
Things that were once you and me

Dodo

Dodo doesn’t like me.
So I don’t like Dodo.
What a fair trade, eh?

Hate

I’m not the same as you
so you don’t understand me
and even though it’s not justified
you get it all turned around and
decide that because of the things
I do you hate me and
I don’t like it.

Solitude is

Silence, playing the blues-

Threw my rock

So I threw my rock out into the middle of a big lake yesterday.
I threw my rock out as far as I could throw.

Inside my shell

Here in my safety I am free
Free to be as I am
Free to be what I am
To live as me

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