I lost it a little.
One off-hand remark and reality smashes down.
The things I lost all shipwrecked around.
So many bodies.
So much love.
Self-aware, my gut tells me it’s best.
Knowing doesn’t make it hurt less.
Move forward
Never go back.
I am Orpheus.
Facing fears
Always doubting.
I just can’t look back.
Raised unwilling to do it publicly.
Amicable decisions make bad teevee
Walk discreet
Talk discrete
Amazingly acts of communication!
Hard work. Yielding remuneration.
I can’t help you.
Honest to the core.
Values keep better
in cold weather.
Keep warming up
Always prepared
Put me in coach
Man to man
Defensive zone
Pulling pushing
Always boring.
Make a decision
For once
shut up.
Hollow self
respect failing
undercut by
shifting sands
and perpetual change.
It doesn’t get easier.
Keep your heart
No vacancy here.
Drop the pride
Become you.
No concern
at this point
in the game.
The team
already won.
Heavy brow
Caverns carved
Under crags
Scooped space.
Dark above
Shaded below
No smile
Just spark
A firefly
in swamps
of stoicism
Guarded.
Fiercely intent
burning holes
into every
page turner.
War games
with friends.
Creamy caffeine
Long break.
A fascination
Unrequited
Better for
desire unrealized.
Noticeably not there
Gap in thought
Momentary pause
I like you.
Nothing changes.
Day goes on.
I do feel lighter.
Or more relaxed.
Complications
mounting.
People
staring.
Rumors
spreading.
Tales on the river
travel far and wide.
No subscription.
Not interested.
Another still
instant.
It’s always
quiet ones.
On my mind.
I’ve listened to ska before. This week I heard it for the first time. The Toasters played Murphy’s and I was there. Started in 1981, the NYC band’s existed longer than most of my friends. According to Tyler, they chose Memphis to start off their first tour in 6 years. I don’t feel the need to fact check him. Ska is one of those music genres I lump in a pile labeled “rock”. It’s my catch-all term for music I’ve never really heard. As a teen, I thought ska was a type of skateboarding event. No joke. Continue reading Fanfair
Give you a ride?
The kangaroo asks.
Why is he drinking?
Another East Midtown creation.
All having the same conversation
About the right way to do things
Given up, holding over
Delayed due to whether
Or not I can cut it.
Alone in a venue, poised.
More concerned with pain
Less concerned with desire.
Enough places to look and I’m
Never settling. Intimidating?
Don’t mess with the quiet one.
I haven’t had any alcohol for a week.
My decisions have gotten better.
My anxiety hasn’t.
The fact is, a little bit of beer lowers your blood pressure, relaxes your muscles and impedes the thinking process – all things that ease social insecur-*ahem* anxiety.
Floating in a pool eases stress.
Things
Fighting
To be there.
The warmth of the sun
Shared by all
Peer pressure
to enjoy it.
I can hear all the music.
It makes me smile.
Things I get
out of my head
The work I do
to keep them in.
Faultless.
Grand.
Working through it.
Walking through it.
Wading through it.
Swimming… tonight?
I’ve been stuck on this moment from last week. Dave Cousar jammin’ with John Paul Keith at the Buccaneer. I think I heard JPK at DKDC last season. I really heard him last week. The vibe there was palpable. A room of talent pulsating with the passion of creation and all you have is my word for it. 