Pushing Through
The improbable flower
somehow pushes through
this most hostile environment..
It grows
wherever it chooses
contrary to standard logic
or long standing rational rules..
It grows
at the most inconvenient times
in the most improbable locations..
It grows
and it can not be stopped
by antiquated boundaries
with traditional restrictions..
This is a persistence
that plants the seeds of possibilities
in all of us
beneath the surface creatures
dreaming of breaking out
The Lone Stranger
Locked away in solitary
alone with myself
in splendid isolation..
Label makers reflexively
leap into action to label me
as pathetically lonely..
I have no problem with that
if it fits your narrow narrative
that we all need to be
social animals on display..
I instead choose to be happy..
Picking my spots
when and where
I choose to participate
in this society
I’ve never been comfortable in..
You should do the same..
Whatever floats your boat..
That’s my solo narrative
The Brave Old Fart
Blood in the water
sure attracts them sharks
looking to take a bite out of my ass..
Just another foolhardy scrape
in this trip of a life..
Should have practiced
safe existence and checked
before leaping into a pool
of an unknown depth..
They say
in that condescending way
I could have died..
Oh really?
Since ancient me
rapidly closing in
on natural mortality
has finally conquered
the deterrent of death
I can finally dive in unafraid..
Liberated from the fear
of death’s inevitability
we mortal ghosts to be
roll with nothing left to lose..
Our brave elderly crew
looking to go out with a bang
Doppler Tripping
We can no longer ignore
this mutual friction
wreaking havoc
with the success equation..
Our expedition trip variance..
playing out in two rear view mirrors..
A disturbing element
as the gap widens between us..
An unrelenting constant..
that has taken on a life of it’s own..
Now the unstoppable norm
for we prisoner spectators..
Acceleration in different directions
with each passing rotation..
The current source of great frustration
as we are hit with the mutual realization
that we’ll never be together again
Hard and Dirty
Purists of heart
rarely play it smart
cause these would be martyrs
and inflexible saints
live in a world of pious purity
of how things should be
as opposed to the messy
“as is” reality
the rest of us practical
slightly cynical sinners
insist on residing in
as a matter of practical necessity..
While we often gag
on forced compromise
and imperfect work arounds
we have no choice
but to try and digest
as best we can
the slop indifferent Circumstance
plops on our stained plates
All the while enduring
the condescending critiques
of the holier than thou freaks
looking down with their quaint philosophies
from a lofty cloud existence
that keeps them above the mess
and all the contentious nastiness
that would soil their pristine wings
if not for our dirty work trench efforts..
Can you sense our bitterness?
No wonder we’re all in therapy
Type Casting
At the bang bang party
the sleek feline moved on me
like she was attacking her prey..
I put up my best token resistance
in a lame attempt to save face
which was about to be ravaged..
It was all for show..
Cause both of us did know
we were born for these roles
and this assigned destiny
At the Prison Show
I do so adore offensive things..
Unbridled debauchery..
Social anarchy
pissing down on the foundation
of what passes for normal conformity..
I can’t ever be shocked enough..
Over stimulation
to my sense of propriety
is the opiate I crave..
Maybe cause I’m so damn bland..
My spirit of adventure
forever locked away in a gray prison
of self conscious paralysis..
An overly civilized citizen
always doing the right thing
as I’ve been programmed to do
by centuries of oppressive morality..
I do so envy the freaks and geeks
with all their flashy excesses
that go way beyond the boundaries
uptight peeps like me see only in dreams..
Unleashing our deepest liberating fantasies..
I do so adore offensive things..
Even if only as a voyeur spectator..
Which regrettably is all I’ll ever be
Safety Last
Merrily we dance
over and around
this trip wire existence..
Not because
we are foolhardy
or have a death wish..
And certainly not because
we roll oblivious
to life’s inherent dangers
every time we venture forth
into the pit of social bullshit..
What you consider reckless
we view as a life choice necessity
cause only by challenging mortality
can one truly feel alive
Drug Looping
When self soothing failed
and it became quite obvious
that I could not stop the pain
I turned to my trusted friends
who love and guide me
from their flat screen scripted reality..
My handsome companions
always know
what to say and do..
They know what it will take
to make my sad ass happy..
Now it seems I’m sick
from overconsumption
of all the numerous
over the counter
joy inducing products
as pitched on TV
by my well meaning
guardian angels..
I am duly advise
by the distinguished looking
white smock clad actor guy
playing the part
of a calming presence
who is also very smart
that I must first
consult with my real physician
to get the miracle medication
as seen on TV..
This will numb
not only my new
consumer fueled addiction
but the tele prescription
comes with plenty
of disclaimer side effects
that can only be remedied
by the same Big Pharma chemists
who made me sick..
The End
Malfunctioning me
just can’t catch a break these days
cause all my shit is breaking..
I hold my breath
every time I flip a switch
and try to turn on a device..
Ain’t life a bitch?
Obsolescence by design..
Erosion of the mind..
Corrosion of the soul..
The curse of longevity
is realization of the certainty
that we are every bit as finite
as our current broken toys..
Only we can’t be replaced or fixed..
Ain’t life a bitch?
Carpe Diem or bust my temp friends..
stgreenie 
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