Care Package

I am
such
a flippant
rascal…

This really
which annoys
peeps
who feel
I need to be
more
respectfully
conventionally
packaged…

Too bad for them,
but fortunately for me
I don’t give a damn
about what ”they” think

Nubbed Out

Sturdy and strong
when freed from the box
the noble pencil of yore
was immediately on point…

Such the productive tool…

Useful to it’s very core…

Time advances…

Now the once proud cog
is tired and worn…

Not much of use anymore…

Past the point of functionality…

Wither the nub of the bunch…

Soon to be gone…

Smell Testing

Bit into a rancid concept…

Delicious to the eye
but thoroughly rotten inside…

After I spit the vile sandwich out
I vowed henceforth
to ride shotgun with doubt
and always check
the expiration date
before blindly
consuming externally
every convenient theory
that just so happens to fit
my current narrative…

The Path Traversed

The things you find

during the decluttering process…

Frozen in time…

This scrapbook now soothes

my fading mind..

Pics fully laminated…

Protection against the elements

and the ravages of today…

Locked in memories

where none of us age out…

Even death can not penetrate

this thick veneer of yesterday

where erosion is irrelevant

to these locked in moments of joy…

Arthritic fingers

painfully skimming

long neglected pages…

Liberating images

from a bygone existence

of youthful exuberance

and unbridled innocence

where we still owned

all our tomorrows…