Summer months

The summer before my 23rd birthday was a daydream. The summer months flew by like birds heading south for winter. I worked on a farm, surrounded by berries and peaches from morning til afternoon. I spent my days at the stand, selling fruits and veggies to willing buyers. Morning to mid afternoon the stand was slow, i'd pull out a book and read and read and read. Til most of my bookshelf was skimmed through. I started going to the library weekly, and picking out whatever caught my eye. The days were hot, and breezy, and the people sweet as our peaches. If I ever got antsy i'd pace around and put raspberries on the tips of my fingers, and eat them off one by one. During the nights I worked at a restaurant but we weren't allowed to read. So i'd sing songs or make up stories in my head, mostly I talked the servers ears off with nonsense, or ate pizza fresh from the pizza oven. The cooks loved me so I never paid for food, good for my paycheck, bad for my gut.

where to next?

People

Going going going

Where?

Why are they in such a hurry to go nowhere?

Drinking their espresso

Downing their dinners in their cars

What has America become

And where is it going.

People

      People

I can picture them, as children

Adventurous and wild

With mothers and fathers, friends and pets.

I wonder if they pictured this life for themselves

Or if they expected more.

What were there hopes?..

… their dreams?

Who did they lose

What hope caressed them and willed them

Silently to a sad life

Of nothing. 

come with me

Waiting on the outside

Party of the sun

Helplessness blues

Pay our way through

Killing the night

Soft and spoken

Rightfully true

Lost

Hanging behind

Supersonic space time

Raving in the undertow

Hanging on to you.

toxic people

Tear down my walls

I need to get better

Feeling like this

Kills me inside

Seeping thoughts

Melt away the hope of

Sunshine and happy smiles

Find a place where life still shows.

Leave this place and find somewhere new

The people here bother me

My lungs can’t take the toxicity.

All those kinds of people

Moonlight

Antarctic breeze

Waves flowing in my mind

Daydreams at their peak

It will all fall into place. 

The less we say about it, the better.

I was happier then

Now I’m dead and fried

I’m so lonely

Coffee can’t help my situation

And weed just makes me sleep

Looking for the good life

I may never find. 

nothings  wrong