Unwarm Riders on The Storm

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone. - Thoreau

i'm torn

ripped like a spent subway ticket

i don't know if i should care and be somebody

somebody folks aren't afraid to look at or stop and ask, "how are you?"

or should i not care anymore, give up and be a bum

bum is starting to look more and more attractive with each passing day

at least no one bothers you

isn't that all we really are when we take the blinders off and stop playing pretend

amazon packages, cigarettes, lottery tickets, booze and credit is what we've become

my best years gone

i'll never be anything decent and admirable ever again

medication is keeping me alive

it seems like all i do is go back and forth to the pharmacy and pop pills on a timetable

i'm just taking up space

like a royal straight without an ace

i eat, dress and furnish from garbage

maybe jim morrison was right

"into this house, we're born

into this world,  we're thrown

like a dog without a bone

an actor out on loan"

sure, we're all alone

waiting, on hold, for god

with limited minutes on a cracked cell phone

holding a melted ice cream cone

flying blind and taking in all we can to no meaningful end

like a nuisance drone

fate and destiny each struggling to be seen, recognized and subsequently known

Author's Note

"As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness." - Thoreau