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Poems

Social Isolation

He paces back and forth,
Stamping his feet,
And for good measure,
Flips over some furniture,
In the living room of my mind.

Dressed in slacks,
Shirt and a vest,
A tie and polished shoes,
Hair neatly parted on one side,
Moustache a neat horizontal patch.

Let me introduce you,
This is my madman,
He sometimes puffs on a pipe,
Pacing back and forth,
In my living room.

He is a man of many tongues,
Mumbling to himself in Turkish,
Cursing in German,
Yelling in French,
Arguing in English.

“Listen to me!”
In an operatic overture,
He gives multiple directives,
All conflicting with each other,
All seemingly both Right and Wrong.

So powerful,
I attempt to compensate,
Balance and direction,
But it’s too late,
In this moment,
One lens is blue and the other pink.

I scramble for my,
Compass of decision-making,
I cannot believe my eyes!
The madman’s cacophony,
Has led North chasing East,
West dancing around South,
True North rendered indecipherable.

He leads an orchestra,
Of conflicting instruments,
The Emotions section,
Clashing with the Logic section,
And the Perspective section trips on its own feet and plants its face into the ground.

All this in my living room,
Wherever shall I bring my guests?
And how will they react to this man?
He will surely spit in their tea,
And slap them upside the head.

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Poems

A thoracic study

Dear reader,
I feel a lump,
Behind my sternum,
Lodged in place,
Neighbour to the heart.

We had talked about,
How we were different,
But the unspoken truth,
That our love for each other,
Was not strong enough,
To overcome those differences.
An untruthful truth.

Dear reader,
What is this lump I feel?
It will not leave me be,
Right between my lungs,
Tight.

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thoughts

#restingboomerface

Ahem, how should I say this without being self-deprecating? I’m waiting for my next bit of poem-writing creativity to strike, so in the meantime, here’s a little bit of nonsense…

I’ve been thinking about the generic resting faces of the generations as seen by me, a millennial, and being in a silly mood, I decided to put together what I believe to be the message that they give off.

Resting Boomer Face: Why aren’t you ruining your life exactly the same way I did to mine?

Resting Gen X face: Is my all-knowing face on? It better be on because I know things, in fact I know all the things, and everyone needs to understand this! I’m the new boss in town!

Resting Millenial Face: Is my poker face on? I hope it’s on because I don’t want anyone to catch on to how little I know and how generally confused I am.

Resting Gen Z Face: Y’all full of shit aren’t you? I’m going to understand the nuance of your bullshit in a bunch of years, won’t I? That’s aight, watch me do this dance tho

And there you have it, folks, much of humanity explained in a few mere sentences.