I like birds. I like taking pictures. Here’s two pictures of birds. Enjoy!
I’ve been looking at your pictures again, the ones you sent me recently and the ones from years ago. I stare at you and I stare at us and I wonder why you have such a hold on me, why I fall in love with you every time I see you.
I think about us and what might have been if only you’d have talked to me more, told me what your real feelings were, told me what was going on. Instead you shut me out, suddenly, cut me off from you in every way. No explanation ever given and still I carry that torch knowing that “we” will never, ever be and likely could have never been anyway.
I don’t forget what it is like to kiss you, to hold you, to be with you. Maybe I ought to.
Has anyone else ever had to deal with the foul, vile, pathetic sub-human species known as ‘underwriters’?
These hateful little creatures secret themselves away in dark, dank holes like the putrid rats that they are and decide whether or not you get your loan. Imagine that!
No one knows who they are and no one can talk to them (and I can not imagine anyone would want to do either). They like it this way these fetid, odious beings for then they have no accountability for their inane and cowardly proclamations. Despite their secrecy I have managed to secure an artist’s rendering of what they must look like:
You would think that time was their only means of sustenance the way they cause lengthy and needless delays. They do it though because no one can stop them and it gives them a nefarious, villainous and vicious pleasure.
Petty, power hungry and mad with self-importance they are and if you ever have to deal with one, Beware! for they’ll steal your very soul if you let them.
into the red zone
where’s my relief valve?
i want to hit something
break it to smithereens
stomp someone into the ground
not going to happen
it’s just me now with my feelings
and my pressure
and my pain
quite alone, quite alone
i’m sitting here, alone, in my hotel room and the only sounds i hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the buzz of the passing traffic. Ah! sweet silence. no rushing out the door today. i intend to sit here, enjoy the solitude and read a book with no interruptions.
a life in between
is no life at all
can’t move forward
can’t go back
i’m stuck right here
where nothing is mine
not my thoughts, not my space not even my time
spinning my wheels
going nowhere fast
yet as the saying goes
this too shall pass