Expectation

Lucky Brand Jeans,
Steve Madden shoes,
Dragonfly shirt.
God, I’m such a cliché!

Hey,
at least the jeans
are made in America.
Does that matter?

At least I look
like the man I want to be.
Now if I could just
act the role.

Expectation is
the surest way
to kill a dream.

The effort to expect
nothing
is difficult. Always
the shysters and politicos
standby to “educate”.

Oh how I despise them.

Meditating on music

Somewhere along the line
life became the quest of traveling
from free moment to free moment.

Those periods in my days
when I sit in quiet solitude
focusing on nothing but now.

Times when I can
put on my headphones,
twist the wheel on my iPod,
increase the volume,
and allow the auditory pleasure to
fall over me like a wave.

This sensation surrounds me,
inhabits me,
delivers me, to
the waiting hands of total liberation.

The electric crackle of the bass
beats steady as metronome
pulverizing my ears.

The clear and powerful melody
fills me with an alert awareness
of every part of my body.

The slippery and sultry vocal
snakes around in my mind
breaking through the crevices of my mind.

These are the parts of my mind
that are left idle in all but
the most precious moments of my day.

Moments of solitude,
they do not make me a clone of Moliere.
For I am no misanthrope.
I am me.

Poem #1

Speakers set to
the maximum acceptable level.
A level below which
my non-functional ears can
even begin to comprehend.

The old printer moans
and then it groans,
churning out page after page
of utter nonsensical blather.

The fluorescent lights hum
dimly ensuring that my paultry green
office tan is maintained for
another day.

Another day here.

Rest In Peace Senator Lloyd Bentsen

This post is here to thank the late Senator for the greatest gift. a gift that one could wait a generation to receive. On that fateful day in 1988, in that debate with Dan Quayle, Senator Bentsen transformed, for just that day, Politics into a spectator sport.

“He was responsible for one of the most memorable moments of the 1988 presidential campaign, when during a televised debate with Republican Vice Presidential nominee Dan Quayle, he countered Quayle's self-comparison to John F. Kennedy with the famous rebuttal, ‘Senator, I served with Jack Kennedy. I knew Jack Kennedy. Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy.’"

The next day, politics returned to its natural state as total and utter tomfoolery!