Head
hits
brick
wall.
Head
hits
brick
wall.
Head
hits
brick
wall.
Head
hits
brick
wall.
Brick
wall
impacts
head.
Your desperation
leads me to exasperation
How many times do I tell you?
How many times did I tell you?
How many times will I tell you?
Too many.
Once more.
If you do it when you’re asked
Begin when assigned the task
You will not be desperate
and I will not exasperate.
Old blazer.
I reach into the pocket:
A piece of plastic wrapper and a hole.
While pristine on the outside,
Both sides within are eaten through.
Instantly,
the ghost of an old dog is in the room with me,
the metronome of his tail slowly waving
while he looks away
to hide the twinkle in his eye.
Deadlines
Frantic writers
Paper piles
Late work
Term tests
Blurry eyes
Tabulating
Check marks
Sore butt
Report card time.
Possibly,
I’m
impossible.
This posterity
of probability
poses immortality
prompts immorality
indulges the impossible
creates possibility
from infinity.
Assures
I’m possible.
It’s a grey day
frost in the air,
but at least I’m greeting it
in a great pair of shoes.
Ah!
The cries that ensue
when actions take their logical consequences!
But!
But!
But!
We’re on Earth, you know..
Oh, you might not want to feel the impact of gravity
but if you jump, you will fall.
Suck it up, buttercup.
You did the crime, you get the time.
Rant all you like,
but effect always comes after cause.
It really shouldn’t be such a surprise.
In the mirror
the shape is me then
and the then clothes still hang in the closet
for me now to wear.
In the mirror
me now studies the style of me then
likes the posture improving shoulder pads
and ponders the difference between
retro-style
and
outdated.
Good morning
dull day
grey day
full day
Good morning
dark day
play day
work day
Good morning