Driving cross country

West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.

On cutting off long hair

Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?

Afterwards

We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.

Mortality

That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.

Respects

They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.

At 22

You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.

 

 

Dizzy

Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.

Selling out

Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.

Up all night

I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.

Three day week

Wednesday is the new
Monday, Thursday Hump Day, T
GI still Friday.