'Oxy' Moron

“Any fool can make a rule and any fool will mind it.” - Thoreau

Waiting at the self-serve.

What a nerve.

Pinky ring on my thumb.

Waxing dumb.

Can't find my shadow on a sunny day.

Leaving early when I really should stay.

Shadow-boxing on moonless nights.

Always losing winnable fights.

Leaning over the fence at the zoo.

Missing you.

Mailing myself letters.

Postage Due.

Eating the holes in doughnuts.

Spilling my guts.

Walking like a penguin in my tuxedo.

Taking a bath in a nude-colored Speedo.

Wearing sunglasses when its dark.

Chasing stray dogs in the park.

Going down one-way streets, against the flow.

Dancing a limbo, without getting low.

Blowing through a straw.

Too slow on the draw.

Holding my tongue while I talk to you.

Never knowing quite what to do.

Telling jokes in the confessional.

A consummate professional.

Paying the price for my faith.

Tie game, bottom of the eighth.

Don't think me a liar.

I like playing with fire.

Standing in awe.

Against the law.

Such a pill.

Needing to chill.

With fake sword drawn,

I'm just an 'oxy' ...

... moron ...

Author's Note

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[charlie]

Sometimes a meaningful life is the hardest thing to find. Imagine, also, the shock of realising you never had one but spent so many years believing you did...
If only they sold these things at a drive-thru; or built them into that so called "education" when we're kids...
I like the Thoreau quote in your Author's note. It's a lot like the Mary Oliver poem: "When Death Comes"

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

[Pete]

thank you charlie. i love the Mary Oliver poem. appreciate you stopping by to share thoughts... :)

[sette]

they say we have to live meaningful lives but then sometimes because of this purpose, it is inevitable that we lost our ways and finding it too hard to go back to what it should be, the right road.. this poem is something else

[Pete]

thanks sette. i like your thoughts. do we need to lose our way to bring us back to our "right road" again or perhaps to discover a different road? Thoreau wrote that, "Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves." ... :)