I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper

I have stacks of unused paper Like the untouched dreams in my head We all have the forks in our roads But often take the easier path instead So many distractions in my way To give in to them would leave me mundane I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence I’d much rather push

These Broken & Delayed Dreams

These broken & delayed dreamsElectric toothbrushes that constantly humA pocketful of change& girls with eyes so pretty it makes me dumb I’m not one to make a great sceneYet I’m your average middle-aged guyNot counted among the mundaneI couldn’t be normal, even if I tried So we’re all stuck in this spinning limboA world with

The Eccentricities Of Life

The eccentricities of life result in a varied solutionNotes & experience written into the far marginSurrealist details woven into mundane worldsA quiet cocktail of banned books & Bombay gin

I’m Seeking A Truth

I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes

Radiating A Positive Vibe Henceforth

Radiating a positive vibe henceforth A smile & skip in the most mundane chores Yet perceptions of domestic divinity  Always can accomplish just a little more Backlogged Cinderella fantasies Dancing amid a swirl with a feather duster Cautiously watching; epically vulnerable  Wondering if my heart might trust her It’s no fairytale ending, but a good

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

Perfectly lined rows of trees Our escape from the mundane Shaking away tilted visions Of a ghostly morning train Remembering her latent beauty No place for such fickle motions Return to living your current life Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean