maybe
change can be
good
maybe
change can be
hard
maybe
change can be
exactly what we needed
maybe
change is
happening
now
maybe
change can be
good
maybe
change can be
hard
maybe
change can be
exactly what we needed
maybe
change is
happening
now
there is a super secret cinnabon
somewhere in penn station
and if you’ve only ever explored
moynihan
and the pathway between the subway lines
you’ll never ever ever guess
where it could be
[but if you’ve taken new jersey transit
i bet you’ve already been there
perhaps grabbed some cinnamon rolls to go
some time]
but it felt
oh so
super
secret
to me
there are so many things i’d like to be doing
at all hours
of every day
writing
sewing
creating
flying
hanging out with friends
organizing my bookshelf
contemplating the mysteries of the world and the universe
and/or
just cuddling with my spouse and our animals
but i must participate
[albeit lightly]
in capitalism
and this country
[no matter how much i disagree
with so much of it
fundamentally]
and that includes having commutes
where many of my hobbies
cannot come out
and
an end of the day mind-numbing
exhaustion need that can sometimes only
be fed by silly stardew valley video games
and
a constant reminder in my head that
if i can’t make money off of a hobby
it’s not worth investing in
and
i hate that last brainwashing bit most of all
hobbies are hobbies for hobbies’ sake
i could tell you the benefits to heart and mind health
and creativity and the like
but
that gets us farther away from the point
which is that being alive
is about being alive
and sometimes we just gotta vibe
with the aliveness
that we have
and make a little shitty drawing
that makes us smile while we’re doing it
and makes a friend smile when they receive it
that’s what living is all about
[not capitalism
not capitalism
not capitalism]
the sinus pressure
building behind my eyes
feels fizzy
like a soda pop
lightly shaken
just waiting
to gently explode
hold your breath
count to ten
and count to ten
again
breathing reminds you
you’re still alive
though you’ve spent your whole life
dying
to die
compose yourself
expose your insides
for art
for payment
for friendship
for funzies
for a dare
to anyone out there
who may feel the same way
[though it’s so lonely
in one’s own mind
it’s impossible to imagine
finding company]
wander around
while catatonic to the ground
and know
it’s all in your head
[which is somehow supposed to make it
easier]
[what do they know]
pretend
you have
nothing
pretend
you have
everything
now which one
would you
spend time in
[i honestly think
the nothingness
creates even more imagination
from it
and i would maybe
enjoy it
immensely]
it’s chilly again
this morning
we had our peek into what
the rest of next season will look like
i could even feel my mood
shifting
upwards
and now it’s cold once more
the dreary, winter sky
the brisk winter air
that slices your face if you don’t cover yourself well
and the hopelessness that accompanies it all
[i wish i could enjoy
anything
about winter
but my soul was made for
anything
but]
poetry-writing
poetry-thinking
poetry-mulling and pondering and shirking
duties to home and work
in order to write and ponder and mull and think
and write some more
i really do need to
see if anyone else would ever
want to read these silly poems
where do i even start to look
when i don’t have a social media
in which to peruse
and obsess
and screenshot
and never ever ever apply to?
loom
lurk
live, laugh, lobotomy
the dark humor of
the millennials who can say
“tumblr raised me”
or maybe we raised tumblr
it’s always hard when the similarities
squeeze logic
from the picture
[i’m rambling
i’ve lost the thread
of this poem]
high ho
a pirates/actors/writers/millennials life for me
my own imagination
is a fickle, fickle place
sometimes a comfort
sometimes an anxiety-ridden nightmare
full of all the fuel i put into it
over years and decades of
self-hatred
and self-loathing
and self-harming
and imploding
and all i thought i’d want to accomplish
and all i still want to do
but am frozen to
the spot when i try to try
maybe
as with the imagination
i just need to keep on
gently
trying
and exploring
till i find a neat little [abandoned] space
and sit inside it
for a while