Sunday, May 27, 2018

Hello, Crazy- Come On In





Can't say that it's good to have you back or that I've missed you. I suppose I knew that I would see you again. Board up the windows. No reason to worry the neighbors. Guess you might say that I'm struggling with a tropical depression.

Is it my imagination or is Kim Jong Un enjoying his job more than our own great leader is enjoying his? And Kim's sister- does anybody know if she's seeing anyone? (Asking for a friend).




Saturday, May 26, 2018

Fixer Upper






"You're too hard on yourself," was the way she put it. In fact I've been too easy. Once again it's time to make some changes. Usually it comes from some woman pointing out all my shortcomings. I'd be lying to you if I said that I'm not a little tired of that one.

Maybe I'll never be the man that my dog thought I was. That's okay. She was one of my teachers and I've had the best. Sometimes they speak music and sometimes they speak love. The lesson is so simple and the answer is so elusive.









Friday, May 25, 2018

My Prejudice






Unburdened by any work ethic, Christian or otherwise, I wait patiently for my muse. In other words, I'm sitting here wasting time. I've got time to mention some of my personal prejudice.

Women are better than men. There.

If you live somewhere it's allowed, vote.




Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Time To Move






We all want to be proud of our country, our community. Lately I'm having a hard time rooting for our team. Sometimes, "U.S.A! U.S.A!" sounds almost like, "Cheaters win! Cheaters win!" to these ears. 

There's nothing positive about impatience at this stage of life.

There was an editorial in the New York Times this week suggesting that it is time for Democrats to start playing dirty. 

Start?

Anybody wanna let Senator Sanders in on that one?

Oh, I don't mean to be coy. I know what the column means. I just don't want to settle for my heroes.




Tuesday, May 22, 2018

The Same Heart






Breaking news! There's only one heart. You break it, you bought it. You don't "get over it." Maybe, if you're lucky, you patch it up and you get on with life. Buddy, if I had wisdom I would surely share it with you. I have figured out that you soldier on with that one goldarned heart, no matter how tattered she gets.

Some of us hurt more. Hurt more often. Don't miss a goddamned thing. We're the lucky ones. We don't leave any cards on the table.

Every single day I send these messages like a fool stranded on an island puts the notes in the bottle. If I'm lucky, she gets them. Knows they're for her. If she's lucky, she doesn't.







Monday, May 21, 2018

I Remember Every Word






Peace of mind isn't really very fashionable these days, is it? That's okay. I'm not either. Sometimes I feel lucky that I'm aware of just how little I know. Seems funny because I'm fascinated by the folks among us who are so very proud of their ignorance. Science, I'll remind you, is currently out of style, too.

The songs, though- I remember every word. The good byes. The endings.

Maybe my legacy is destined to be the never is, never was, never will be. Dreams die hard. Mine do.




Saturday, May 19, 2018

Overthinking Overthinking






Why would you allow someone else to write the rules? I suppose that the answer is that you don't live alone on an island. In my dream, my movie, my life- I do write the rules. Most of them anyway.

It's always easy to find a seat at the counter. Those guys were right, though. One is a lonely number.