Should you still give thanks
When you don’t believe there’s one
To receive those thanks?
When it’s all too much
Put it aside for the day
Face it fresh the next
Each of them waffles
Like me they sit and observeThe next one will choose
I used to feel torn
Pleasing me or the masses
No longer a choice
Are they stupid? Or
Are they liars with agendas?
Or blinded by fear?
We pretend to know
Fooling the world and ourselvesIt keeps us secure
Not doing my work
Planned to but it’s the weekend
And I’d rather play
Look, there ain’t no ‘the’
Eagles, Police, Talking Heads
Why do we add it?
Haiku six hundred
Could be the same as sixteen
Would I even know?
Create, innovate
Speculate, participate
Differentiate
Not a single strength
Leadership is a systemThat perpetuates
Can’t please everyone
Better to achieve goals than
Keep the world happy
Don’t worry so much
You’re only failing by your
Own expectations
What is worth doing?
Are there ways to know without
Doing everything?
Trapped in a cycle
Stress-inducing thought patterns
Break free with vision
The man’s retired
He no longer has the means
Nor the engagement
In New York they leave
Yes, but what else is there in
Green Bay, Wisconsin?
Fans at Lambeau Field
Impress the Long Islander
Staying till the end
Best part of the day
No matter the agenda
Time I spend alone
We’re strings vibrating
In eleven dimensions
At once here and there
I know math describes
Reality. But can math
Define it as well?
iPhones need fingers
And Blackberries need your thumbs
But do you need them?
Dogs bark, pigeons swarm
Crazy beard man shakes the tree
And everyone smokes
Never look forward
To things you don’t plan. Others
Always disappoint
Still and quiet place
Distant hum of forced air and
Splish of things that drip
Texas won one war
And lost another. Both a
Struggle to be free
No written records
No photographs of their own
Their culture obscured
Sixteenth century
Horse armor. Metal shaped to
Mimic strength and grace
Gray and unfriendly
Just on the outside. Inside
Colorful and warm
Nothing’s harder than
The test of being alone
What you choose to be
