Barely Alive
Overtaken by the dying light
that leaves me hungry for more.
I stay in bed barely alive
while oblivion feeds on my dreams.
I pull out my hair but leave my
teeth alone. I no longer
desire to love anyone.
The open window lets in fresh air.
I rush out to feel the cool wind,
the fresh air, hoping it takes
my anguished feelings away.
I wish I could forget about you.
I am back in bed barely alive
and all I can think about is you.
The Passenger
The passenger rides through
the city at night humming
Iggy Pop’s Lust for Life.
He takes a puff on a
cigarette and throws it out
the open car window. Ash
and smoke fills the air and
the potholed streets. He plays
a drum beat on his blue jean’d
legs. He thinks he is worth a
million in prizes, no longer
sleeping on the sidewalk, a
passenger in a grand theft
auto. With police sirens blaring
and helicopters following,
the driver is going through
all stop signs and red lights.
He is real wild one, a real wild
child, since he was in one.
He’s humming I Wanna Be
Your Dog. The passenger is
planning to bail at the next
red light. He has decided
to do a small strip tease dance
for the television cameras
if given the chance.
Make Change
Has anyone ever smiled upon you?
If I was you, I would certainly hope so.
Without hope and that elusive smile
this universe might as well not exist.
Has anyone said hello to you and meant
it? If you think this is no big deal, you
need to understand the importance of
such things. Without kindness, what
good is the world? Make change when
change is needed. Come equipped
with a smile. Look out the window and
be amazed at what you see and hear.
If that does not make you smile, you
need to keep looking and your ears
open, and pull up a chair until that
feeling of hope fills your heart. There
is a bird outside singing his best song
for all to hear. If that does not make you
enjoy the moment, you need to check
your head, compose a song of your own,
and feel the freedom to create. Do not
close your mind. Light a candle for
the less fortunate. If you can’t compose
a song, jot down a few verses. Let out
the human soul you contain within.
Live in reality and dream in surreal
worlds. Be the bird that sings for all.
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