ALS EEN RAVIJN EEN RICHTING IS


Yes, drinking is stupid
don’t waste your breath.
What else am I gonna do,
breathe myself to death ?

SOMENOW

There’s so many things I’m not
But I’m quite fine with that

And all the things I haven’t owned
Well, just forget about that

Millions of fine folks I haven’t met
Not sorry, it is what it is

And even more places that I haven’t seen
Yet there’s not even one that I’ll miss
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CONFLATULATIONS

(now here’s a drinking song for ya)

Like a song
from within
a belch crawls from my mouth

It may be rude
but better than
the alternative going South

For one, the smell
two, the sound, and
three, there is the risk

That your underwear
feels very warm
then suddenly, somewhat brisk.

LAST RESORT

Do you
REALLY
think

there’s
ANYTHING
important

about the way
YOU
live ?

The fly
ATTEMPTED

to ask
the spider.

WHO KNOWS

I could have,
I guess.
I should have,
I suppose.
Maybe I still will.
Who knows.

That type of day

Now don’t you worry, I’m really okay
I’ve just been having a type of a day
You know the day, you’ve had it as well
The kind of day that can just go to hell

It’s that certain day that starts just off mark
Like sudden drizzle on a picnic in the park
Not worthy of anger, or fury, or rage
More like cutting your finger while turning the page

And nothing goes quite right, but not wrong enough
To make you complain that times sure are tough
Sure, you can handle it, no trouble at all
Just all of the shit, combined, ruins it all

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Forward

Holes in the path
behind me, craters
between footprints,
a scruffy ragged soul
barely standing while
the winds pluck bits
of yarn, pieces
that try to fly off
on their own,
yet leave together
forward ?
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BEARDED

Then there was the
bearded snowflake
who knew he would
die alone

In the vast ocean of
time, he had but a
limited purpose and
span

But melt he did not, nor
whisk or fall, but he
grew a beard and he
shone

While his kind fell on
tongues in the bliss that is,
he calmly decided to
outlive man.

TEACHER

Now of course
they were all taught
to run
when they were children

So they did
one ran fast
another ran in panic

one didn’t run.

One by one
he provided
the leg-up
to get over the wall

And they ran on

There is true bravery
in staying behind

It’s the one thing
he couldn’t teach you.

IT’S NEVER ABOUT THE MUSIC

A refrain
refrained
Reflections
restrained

Reminiscence
remained
Repetitions
were trained

Rehearsals of
complaint
A revolution,
a saint

The contradictions
inflamed
A refrain, again

remained.