Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Looking through windows is a curious hobby.

1.
Falling down
A nightmare
slow enough to feel the fear
of an approaching doom
miles to go
clouds obscuring the way.
I wish to be
on the platform again
happily unaware
of my own discontent
never questioning my safety
high above harm.

2.
Contentment
is dangerous
it leads to complacency
lethargy follows
then atrophy.
Being discontent
as a writer
is allowing the same fate.
Sitting alone,
working towards a transparent goal
all the while
your legs are rotting.

3.
Walking down the street
as I never do,
I came upon a fast food joint
and sat within
wondering why
I felt so tired.
I ordered a meal
onion rings
a burger
and tacos.

4.
What a lackluster moment
when the night becomes the dawn
the romance and mystery are lost
sitting here in stretched pajamas
wondering how holes have formed
on such docile clothing
An empty tea cup sits beside me
a brown ring inside.






3 comments:

Jokerman said...

Love this Jack. Wish I'd written it myself!

Anonymous said...

you write a lot of things that make me smile.

Anonymous said...

Thank you both for your kind words.

Jokerman, that means a lot to me.

Anonymous, register! you mysterious person you!

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