Chores

Chores become what 
when joy’s involved
meditation and expression
or maybe an
exercise in futility
given that dirt
and dust returns
it’s so like
many other things

Low

Low west sun
does the same
to dusk sky
as the lamp
in the corner
does to your
eyes making blue
deeper than ocean
blue and blue
darker than plum
almost a purple
plump with passion

Wasn’t

It wasn’t 
what I
pursued which
brought happiness
but rather
what I
followed having
found truth
beyond what
I knew

Clarity

I am nothing 
neither label nor
type an island
I reject affiliation
membership and subscription
I’m not different
I’m not denying
I’m declaring my
independence and autonomy
the desire to
belong becomes baggage
I’ve no identity
I’m a guy
and that’s it

Aliens

Aliens do live 
amongst being anyone
who sees differently
than those feeble
fools who constantly
try to shove
what little they
know into boxes
I’m so tired
trying to inflate
the wheezing balloons
of man’s minds
out of breath
I’m just going
to sit now
and watch with
melancholy the very
thing that I
thought might fly
wrinkle and die