Sunday, January 30, 2022

Love People, Use Things

My most productive time, in my estimation, has been what might be perceived as time wasted. I was born for pandemic times. 

Over the years, I've been allowed into several groups, peripherally. Old money gave me a shot. Funny, because, by definition, it's a closed loop. Of course my socialist preaching got me kicked out of that one over time. I like to think that I would have abandoned them if they hadn't kicked me to the curb first.

What do you do with a journalist who can't type. an artist who can't paint, a poet who won't rhyme, a seeker who doesn't believe? In my defense, in some ways, I believe it all.

The notion of advanced placement came along just as I was coming of school age. Testing results had me in accelerated or advanced classes from the start. Those truly brainy kids always knew I didn't belong there. I seem to have puzzled and disappointed a long line of teachers along the way, too.

I suppose I could go on about my love life or my music career, business interests or investment history. I don't mean to brag.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.


Thursday, January 27, 2022

God's Henhouse

Would you trade your memories for more time? Friend, I never even bargained with the devil to play guitar better. Inadequacy is my strong suit. Makes other folks feel good about themselves.

Knowing that I'm the end of this genetic road is, somehow, comforting.

Now I know that I was never meant to marry. Of course it took some marrying to figure it out and I apologize to those affected. All I ever really wanted, I suppose, was a blood brother or sister. Can't stand the sight of blood, though.


Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Jitterbugs and Fireflies


Some of us do more with borrowed stardust than others. On some days I strive to be kind, and on some, I strive to be me. On my best days I don't think about it. I hope I'm kind.

Wind and rain take care of the ashes, but what about the memories?

These guitars still have some melodies in them. If only these stories rhymed.

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

Any Organization That Will Have Me

Is there any such thing as an empath? Is limerence a real thing? Earlier in my life, I knew folks who were schizophrenic. Diagnosed. Official. 

Seems to be a rarer breed these days. Bipolar disorder is a lot more fashionable, at least in my circles- if, in fact, I traveled in circles. 

Forget plastics, Ben. If you wanna sleep with Mrs. Robinson or her daughter; if you long to be a movie star or launch a cult- study linguistics. You just need to know what to call yourself.