I take no pride in being white this is merely the skin that my soul landed in – the fact that you make such a big fuss about the color of yours makes me think that you don’t think enough about your soul – unbound beautiful absolutely unique with an important contribution to the benefit of us all your soul yearns for connection – just be wary of the lies shouted by the darkness that there’s safety in numbers of…
There are no maps out here in the wild blue – just oceans of screens and their masters – interfacing in private in public – drooling like meth addicts – indifferent to the pressure – to be normal like generations past – with their rulebooks and antiquated etiquette – ignorant to the blurred line between real life and netiquette – searching for answers on devices they condemn – contradicting themselves in an attempt to understand – just not as well…
Each of us is born with a beast inside a tiny creature with its eyes glued shut that lives in our hearts where it puts down roots and plays hopscotch between ventricles. – We name it Passion and are told that it can be tamed so we spend our lives teaching it to sit and stay absolutely still until we order it to break. – But some of us are born with recalcitrant beasts that we attempt to muzzle and…
Sure I trust her Indeed I do It’s the boy I question Making up worst case scenarios so that I’ll be ready – He pulls in the driveway gets out of his car smiling and approaches swallowing hard He sticks out his hand I look down then finally take it slowly lifting my eyes back to meet his applying just enough pressure so that he knows damn well what this girl means to me – “Have her back by nine”…
excitement builds like the dropping of the ball on new year’s eve except the ball is much brighter and times square stretches across the continent – gentlemen in power ties break from their power offices to don cheap sunglasses and stare at the heavens “It’s only a small break” they say – then the rock begins to pass in front of the star and night comes in daytime with cheering and car horns and fireworks as adults return to their childhood and…
sizzling yellow summer sky beach balls on blistering sand worries like butterflies floating on the breeze heaven in a season shattered by clenched fists beating down the glass wall that separates rage from logic law and reason *** This is the eighteenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim
