one and a half men

the infinate possibilities of boredom
glowing in a tiny prosaic box
a commonplace occurance at east cherry
an entertainer he is in public
but he'll laugh you in the face behind closed doors
mocking your every move, your every
wrong step,
every failure.
he offers no words of wisdom
no guidance to the lost souls following him
he'll only lead blindly, but creatively
(with perfectly timed entrances and one-liners that could satisfy the saddest men)
until we're all
blind
and can stare into his eyes no more.
open a window and close a door!
and shout to the world
I'm Back

seeing things

these eyes have seen the glories on the diamond,
the way a ball can bounce perfectly off the top coping
hover for anticipation effects
and land to make a boy smile, a mother cry and a team celebrate

these eyes have seen the sunrise glow
over the face of god himself
here on earth
alone and perfectly peaceful in a land far from home but close to heart

these eyes have seen struggles of eight hour exams
once thought inpossible
become a source of relief and pride
and a sense of accomplishment and worth

these eyes have seen the perfect panorama
on a beach so barren and beautiful
with water clear down to the reefs below
and nothing but leisure on the mind

these eyes have seen the beauty in many
but none compare to the beauty contained in that little spot of floor tile
stained and shattered
i stared at the first time
your arms linked securly around me
and i saw what perfect really was

The Jaunt

a large trashcan
a fir placed upon a curb
the grass, his eyes both damp
overcoats and chapstick his only barriers
a long cold night
unanswered calls

a deep biting wind
a moon, a mirror and memories
all haunting.

a destination with empty pockets
and a loose grip on reality.

native landscapes captured by
bridges, builders, boundaries.
the humming of rotation and routine.
the blazing fumes of boredom
and the faint smell of gasoline.

a vacant parking lot
with a no parking sign
and only time to think
to adjust
to realize

depression and despair replaced by
headlights and hope
sleep and cereal

sunlight making its way out of the night sky
a familiar face, a smile



a familiar face

a life, a sneeze

i spied upon their world
an observer of the delicacies of life
known to them as simply
"the head"
i watched as they struggled
as their life became routine
they were the working type you see
never stopping to smell the roses
always a task to perform
savages!
they too were savages
savages i say!
always stealing the crumbs of others
and hauling them overhead back into their little holes
but to me
an observer
it was fascinating
and they stayed in their own little world
hibernating from anything offensive
anything troubling
only emerging occasionally to nab a morsel
dropped by another
they were so deliberate
until "the head" got a nostril tickle
and sneezed their whole world away

if you ask me why

heads bobbling back and forth
aimless chit chat surrounds but
one gift remains unopened
the anticipation dripping from my shaking fingers
just one more chance
in hopes of upperdeck, or possibly tops
i sit and calmly await the arrival.
but when the baseball cards was replaced by a
clock radio
dissapointment wrote itself across my face
for all to see
cuz when when there's something you really want
there is no substitution

i still have the clock radio but
its got a little wear and tear
it's a little outdated
a few parts have fallen to the grim fate that awaits us all
age.

and i never really cared much for the radio
and i still don't
it was always just there.
i received commitment on that september morning
when what i really wanted
was passion
so when you ask me why i'll
wait
for something that may never come
i'll tell you i don't want another clock radio

and the baseball cards are probably not the
best example,
later i might be disinterested, aloof, uncaring
and maybe i'd wonder
"what happened to the good ol days"
or maybe i'd wonder
"are these cards really the right thing for me"
but at least i'd know
i loved them at one time

maybe we all just need something we truely love every now and then.