Adages

Start running when you wake up
Not to make up for lost time, but to
Get a jump on the time that is now.
The time you've lost
Is the cost of admission.
No permission is needed, just be prepared to ask for
Forgiveness.
Live necessarily, out of necessity.
Find breathlessity.
Your moments become vivider.
Live less livider.
Contentment is less bentment,
But get bent when it's
Meant for good.
You're in charge of that, it's understood.
Live life to the fullest, but
Don't be the foolest.
Yes, sometimes you'll be the elf;
No mess unmesses itself.
The penny you save might mean
The day you don't shave.
It could get worse, but
The universe has got you
Even when you've not.

Stopped time

I said that I had a wandering faith
That weekday night we closed the bar and
Accidentally went on that date together.
At some point you said you wanted to marry a Jew.
Am I close enough? I wondered to myself as we
Sipped our whisky, yours Irish and mine American.
Your faith wanders, too, you said.
I thought we might wander together a while, but
You had other plans.

Questions

Is love meant to be?
What are we waiting to see?
How does a moment become an eternity?
And who gets to choose?
Is there something to lose?
What is fantasy? What is reality?
Are there ways to escape from insane?
Will the questions give something to gain,
Or will the answers just lead to more rain?

Golden-Haired Boy

I thought I was your Golden-Haired Boy,
But you went and found another and another and
Left me to die on the stable floor
Bloodied by the horse's hooves,
Covered in hay and horseshit,
Desperately calling out, being unheard;
Yet my Princess you remain,
Although I do not know by what right or reason,
Reason having gone long ago.
If my hair is golden still, it matters little;
The veil should fall by dawn.

New Year's Day

At 3 a.m. I ate a bowl of mac and cheese and thought of you
Having New Year's in Pacific Time and
Cried as my sister drunkenly comforted me
Like the Long Island girl she is.
It's okay. It's okay.
I never thought powdered cheese could taste so
Right and so sad.

A long vacation

The water is bluer there
Where the air is filled with mango juice.
We dipped our souls in Caribbean sands
Like fountain pens soaking up ink.
I took her hand and we drifted out to sea
Never to be
The same.

he looked outside the door to find

he looked outside the door to find
he'd lost his mind
when it went he did not know
it had to go
where it went is even stranger
he hoped it was in no true danger
for the world is wide from where his mind once stood
being lost forever wouldn't come to any good
he looked again outside to find
he'd lost his lost his mind