Eugene O’Neill Had It Backwards

Traveling eastbound
Away from the sun
And somehow
Encountering it rising is…
…fun?

Frack To Bunt

When you’re accustomed to
Seat-of-the-pants, even
Some preparation can
Make you feel antsy. When
Everything’s done and you’ve
Finished your list
In advance, it feels backward,
Like mill for the grist.

Nostalgia

Do you remember
When you last cast a ballot
For someone you liked?

Let’s You And Him Fight

That was everything
I’d expect from a debate
That I didn’t watch

Just Wrong

Not having options
To choose from is sad
Too many choices
Is equally bad
Goldilocks’ surfeits of
Bowl, bed, and chair
Likely led to her ending up
Inside a bear

Sliding Scale

Everything is — or is going to be — fine.
When I’m overwhelmed I count backward from nine
And before I reach zero it’s practically certain
My brain will have found some new reason for hurtin’,
Which has to mean what was disturbing me first
Wasn’t really that bad, ’cause this new thing’s the worst!

Unnatural High

Hallucinations
Used to take exotic drugs
Now it’s all A.I.

All That’s Left Is Everything

In January, summer seems
A life away, where all our dreams
Wait patiently to be collected.
Now it’s June, and unexpected
Obstacles, of course, have reared,
Much larger than they once appeared
They could have been when winter’s frigid
Temps defined a road so rigid
And inviolable no twist
Or corkscrewed path would dare exist,
Yet here we are, sweat-spattered, dizzy,
Still cigarless. Let’s get busy.

They’re There Their

The blossoms in my garden flare
And fade before I know they’re there
Their dessicating petals, browned
And curling, fragrify the ground
And chide me for my inattention
Such regrets are those I’ll mention

Hot Tip

Invest in sunshine!
Scarcity will raise the price
For the next six months.