Being a broke poet is for the birds

The pains of life

The food gone bad stays in the back of my fridge so it doesn't look so barren
So I can fool myself
So I don't drop to a panic attack because of the state my life is in
I appreciate the attempt of sentiment but don't give me your
"I know I've been there" mentality

Unless you've chosen between paying for electricity and buying groceries
Have you pawned off last year's Christmas gifts just to make ends meet?
Living off lunch meat
Feeling like a dead beat

Being a broke poet is for the birds
And being a bird is for a broke poet
Hollow my bones so I can fly away from these nagging responsibilities of being a human being
Or at least so I can float a little more effortlessly
More buoyant than a red and brown october leaf
Dead as the conversation between my candlelit walls and the man inside I've been trying so hard to be

Poetry, photography, and meditation get in the way of the hours my job eats up
And it should not be that way
I guess this is the magic of the ironic galactic play
The feeling at the end of a movie that makes you want to move your life in a positive direction
So you rearrange your apartment so if feels like something has been altered in your life for the better
Take a aimless stroll to feel like you are moving forward
But get to sleep by 9 because you work tomorrow.

Reviews

[Jonny The Savage]

It really is too bad that being human gets in the way of being "human".
Well penned, old friend, I just wish I didn't know the truth to it.
Makes me wish I could help somehow, desperately.
Love is such a powerful emotion.
Hope to see you some time soon.