Less is More

(Supposed to be spoken not written fyi) Boom crackalakalaka laka laka etc… I’m lacking something… no, anything? No, everything?! It seems like there just isn’t anymore. Where there was, it isn’t Or so I’ve heard it’s all gone But these people flash their hearts For a split second And make me feel like there is. But they vanish too fast. And when you are caught up in the moment What was becomes what isn’t And it catches up to you in the end. Their spark and glitter sizzles in the drizzle Fading to the dark

Not my usual poetic or thoughtful idea, but a 30 ounce cup of ice coffee is basically better than life.

My belt hardly holds trousers these days and my suspenders stretch down to my ankles; Complementary shoes sustain their battle wounds as their heels become holes and their shine withers away with the rest of the wear. The matching socks go to church more often than I do Unless you define sweat as holy water then I am very blessed. Blessed are my single patterned shirts swamped to death and a long neck tie neck ringed till its a giraffe on Sunday weep-ing praying to a God it doesn’t believe in, for a peace of mind. My mind is in pieces, compartmentalizing work from pain because It wants those weekly gains so that my family sustains enough life to go back to work the next day. Until I die.