Life happens 
to each 
on its 
own time 
miles apart 
but marching 
to the
same drum
felt but
not heard
hearts beat 
as one 
and will
follow each 
other home 

I’m not a naked
kind of guy except 
when I am writing 
then I guess who
cares naked is naked 
we all have two 
arms two legs a
head and a few
other things that stick
out or go in 
not much different really 
that is until we
begin to evaluate and 
judge and finally decide 
that what’s over there 
is better than here
funny how clothes lies
and insecurities do that 

People dislike technology yet 
behave like a computer 
running their own programs 
in the background while 
presenting a welcoming face 
that’s a hidden agenda 
a form of manipulation 
a Venus fly trap 
meant to lure and 
then snap quickly shut 
it’s a harrowing experience 
especially for the bee
or bug or person 
who simply is unaware 
buzzing about their business 
I avoid pretty things 
that look too good 
to be true for 
they are often too 
expensive or too fattening 
or frequently too deadly 

When they’re gone 
they really aren’t 
maybe from us 
not to us
it’s funny that 
memories never go 
to the same 
place they do 
wherever they go 
maybe then we’re 
all just a
little bit immortal
or maybe not 
if we never 
touched anyone here 
when we were 

Sitting here thinking 
under a tree
thinking about all 
of the things 
I have known 
and how few
meant anything really 
anymore than leaves
do to trees
except in Autumn 
when they’re gone