Tiny Ants

Wandering through the universe

Like tiny ants

on a sidewalk

Hoping to not be stepped on

 

We are the tiny ants

Without even knowing it

 

We are more worried about irrelevant things

Things that we think are important

 

School

Taxes

Marriage

Kids

 

None of that really matters in the end

We are just tiny ants

on a sidewalk

Hoping to not be stepped on

The Quiet

Walking to the car with friends at 11:47 at night

because

last time was too

close to the wire.

Talking about nothing

Wave good-bye

Get in the car and

drive.

Parked car in a

salty spot

Turn off the engine

power down

open the door

to the quiet night

take it in

smell the wintery air

feel the midnight breeze through your hair

listen to the quiet

no birds

no talking

no crowds

just peace

and quiet

Strictly Salad

For Shannon

We had never been the couple to take pictures in public.

To live the fairytale

But now

We are strictly salad.

 

We have lost the blaze that keeps us alive

We used to be like Jack and Rose

But now

We are strictly salad.

 

We sit at the dining room table

Playing with our food like a child

Moving the lettuce from one side to another.

Feeling the conversation slip for years

Dripping from our lips like dressing

 

Turning us into

Strictly salad.

The Yogurt Party

When going to a yogurt party,

one must decide what kind of yogurt

is the best.

Blueberry or Strawberry

Chunks or no chunks

So many options

 

The sweet tanginess of having the yogurt

enter your mouth is a religious experience.

Feeling the rich flavor flow down your throat.

 

When going to a yogurt party,

one must decide who to invite.

The best people to invite is any one who

loves yogurt!

 

The brilliant bonding of everyone

having the experience the tangy of yogurt

 

When going to a yogurt party,

one must decide what kind of music to play.

The best music for a yogurt party,

is polka music.

Polka music is yogurt in a song.

The crazy sounds and flavors

co-mingle to create a unique

party!

Welcome to Snob Cobb

I am from a place that smells like fish trees and pollen

With cheap hair spray and gas exhaust

With fake nails and fake tan that make you look like an oompa lumpa

With the expensive perfume from soccer moms worn to their meeting

With the PTA

Thinking that their opinion about school lunch really matters

 

Smelling the grease from Chick-Fil-A

And

The sweetness of the house wine of the south

 

The true meaning of

Bless your heart

And that spaghetti junction is not a restaurant

 

Knowing that right next to your neighborhood is a cemetery with a confederate flag

And no one understands why you don’t put up christmas lights

Why you only get along with one set of your neighbors because anti-semitism is still a thing

Being one of the only non-christian children in your neighborhood

 

Wishing for the snow so that school will gets canceled

Even if it is just a forth of an inch

 

Hearing the gaggles of girls at Perimeter mall in their uggs and shorts even though it is only

40 degrees

 

With the T-shirts that cover their sports shorts and the girls on their iphones

 

The place you call Snob Cobb

Where nobody walks and only drives

Where you hear the sound of a crying child gasping for air in a hot car

 

Wanting to be somewhere else

Anywhere else

Feeling the sweat drip from their brow and getting angry because this will be on the 11alive news

 

Knowing that even though all this bad stuff happens here,

You, are still from Snob Cobb

The Water Falls

When I first told you I had a cork in my throat.

Like a

Bottle of soda that had been shaken

Letting the pressure build up

Watching the liquid

Bubble up to the top

Waiting

to be released.

 

But I let the words dripple out

Like drizzle on Sunday morning

And your face softened with concern.

 

Telling you I had the aqua funk

was one of the hardest things I have ever done for myself

But I am grateful.

Grateful for the strength

Grateful for the courage

that

I am strong enough

But sometimes

I feel small.

 

And

 

I finally realized

I am

NOT

alone.

 

And now you know.

Because when the dark thoughts come

I know that I can come to you

And

I know that you care

and

I know that you love me.

Just a Piece of Garbage

Walking around feeling dull

Wanting to keep going

 but you feel the stink on your skin

It has drenched your body

Leaving no surface untouched.

You are insignificant

 like a particle of dust

Floating in the air,

Landing on a surface

A surface untouched

With nothing around

But empty space.

You are thrown from your safety nest

Awaken by the cold sweat of another

Taken from the warmth you are thrown away

Into a big black trash bag

Just like a piece of garbage.

The Boomerang

I never imagined myself as an ambidextrous person

Feeling my conscience melt to purple

Always craving waffles because they have holes

And holes are incomplete

Feeling like a boomerang

Flying toward the Sun

The Sun engulfing the outline

hoping it switches like an ambidextrous person twisting between hands

But

boomerangs always come back to the owner

Smashing the face

leaving a pounding purple mark under your eye

And holes in your teeth

Making them look like waffles

Waffles that have been over cooked

Looking like a dead Sun with no power

And holes your core

But

I never imagined myself as an ambidextrous person

Feeling my conscience melt to purple

And feeling like a boomerang

 

That will never return.

Millennial to Baby Boomer: A conversation

Stop buying avocados and buy a house

 

If only it was that simple

To, save and spend

Like the 1980’s

When the economy was roaring

Loud like a lion

But now it’s dead as a dodo

 

Hoping not to move home

with

Rent overdue

Bills stacking up

Struggling to stay afloat

 

Why aren’t you buying diamonds?

 

Because I like to eat

Avocados.

I need to pay rent

I need to pay student loans

From the

School that was supposed to get me a job in my field

 

But now I am in underwater

Drowned by the collection agency.

Wishing for a life boat

 

 Just get a job to pay off the loans!

 

I already work two jobs

Two that I am overqualified for.

Two that I hate but must endure.

Two that, without

I would suffocate.

 

Waiting in line for a job I am too skilled for

Waiting in line with 20 other people

To flip burgers

And hoping it pays minimum wage.

 

Because even $7.25 an hour is still money

 

You are just lazy and entitled.

 

Lazy no. Entitled maybe.

But who raised me?

Who taught me to expect the best out of life?

Who gave me the tools I use today to make me entitled?

 

You.

 

You taught me.

You showed me.

You raised me.

 

 Don’t blame others for your problems. Just get up and stop complaining.

 

I am not blaming

But you are to blame

For fucking up the world

In every way shape and form

From the environment

To the economy.

 

That was all you.

And now I am charged with

A verdict of guilty with no trial.

But I am innocent.

I was just born into this

I had no say in this.

I am just floating.

Hoping to stay afloat.

 

But

 

I am not complaining.

I am rising.

Trying to undo all of what you have done.

Trying to make it whole again.