"...I've Gotta Ditch This Hole."

this crowd of thoughts is dizzying
picking a path betwixt and amongst the consumed
trying to stay sharp throughout the chains of act-and-reactions
so often estranged from this world,
a mere curious observer, capturing the essence of this other life from a standpoint in an alternate reality,
beyond the outskirts of them,
of there.
the here and now includes my red and black backpack, and this faded navy baseball cap. the sublime sun, ink-stained brown pants, and a pair of black and white kickers on feet that flail in a mortal existence.
Confined to the boundaries of my skull, I have never really been a part of here... there has never been a now.
The crises looming, yet escaping the concern of the masses,
strips bare to my eye a humbling portrait of
our planet,
the dust speck.
and it is in bewilderment, that I flounder over the subjectivity
of microscopic organisms
and their position
in the human dominated hierarchy.

Pleasant Stagnation

a moment to reminisce.

days of old
days of calm, and patience.
months of clarity, near fulfillment.

now the busy worker bee
distracted for too many hours a day without creating
anything other than clever excuses as to my purpose in working.

nonetheless
in love, and admired.
hard working, and desired.

vivid dreams, and waking glory
comforting flaws, and the perfect story

idle aims, and racing thoughts
saving face, and taking shots

never punctual, but I always arrive
playing chicken with volcanoes
somehow,
I survive.

In amusement and awe
with a smirk of a smile
rough, yet content
just to stall for a while.