Random Thought

by

never eat a mushroom unless you can positively identify it…

i got
aunt bea
a new iphone
so
we could
do
a little facetime
while
we’re confined
to
our respective
homes
we were
reminiscing
about
my inability
as
a youth
to
distinguish mushrooms
that
were edible
from
those
that were
poisonous
i suppose
it’s
a bit
like
picking
the right president
aunt bea
said
sometimes
we can’t choose
for
ourselves
and
every now
and
then
that can be
a good thing
but
we must always
be
observant
and
actively engaged
just
in case
those who
chose
for
us
made
a serious
mistake

 

by

i wish I had the right words…

words
litter
the graveyard
insincere
candy wrapper phrases
tossed
upon
the
headstones
with
those
laser etched designs
and
preset
engraved
catalogued
expressed emotions
which
when
properly applied
provide
such
a hand finished look
and
of course
the appropriate
level
of
family
love
and
bereavement

 

by

dead on arrival…

i lie
in
an open grave
the
stars stare
at
me
in amazement
of
my foolish beliefs
that
i was
free
and could
become
and
attain
anything
but
the stars
know
for they have watched
men
for
centuries
and
understand
that few
are
free
and that
most
are slaves
to
the desires
of
others
though
vassals believe
it
is their desires
that
command
the course
of
their future
but
that
is mere
delusion
a systemic inculcation
carefully
crafted
for
the benefit
of
those in power
a lie
repeated
so
many times
that
like a child
told
to believe
in
the unbelievable
believes
a sandstone dream
the banks
of
one’s soul
on
a raging river
of
greed
only
recognized
when
the shore
of
faith
gives way
and
you end up
in
an
open grave
being
stared at
by
the stars