Stumbling along the sidewalk – Page 34 – It's a bumpy world out there

Wrong

Wrong is what authorities disagree with.

Wrong is what those in power don’t want you to do.

Wrong might be the right thing to do in the long run, but now it is punishable because of who makes the rules.

Wrong is what the police will arrest you for.

Wrong is what your parents are ashamed of.

Wrong is what hurts those you love.

Wrong is kind of confusing sometimes.

Sometimes wrong seems right.

Sometimes what’s wrong for some is right for others.

Some would say the way things are is wrong.

Some say the authorities are wrong, the police are wrong, and your parents are wrong.

Then, who’s right about what’s wrong?

Spit

Poverty hold drive cling peach older

Ham doorknob patch cooking loud

Pump forage clearance network pithy

Soft lamp courageous leopard cute

Blender hope fire hill sackcloth spit

Tent

Play look lose salt jade goofy not hand

Pot roast plan live cold cane sot toes

There red guess kiss petroleum jaunt

Ferret coca lent strap hug different

Meant attention clothes reliable tent

Weave

Hag beehive knowledge scoop unity

Multiverse sinking strike lint cloud

Fool ambience dude kick qualify on

Nearness olive warp contain sweet

Rub shower squeeze narrow weeave

Connection

Sadness creeps up the wall

That you have painstakingly

Constructed around you.

Grief builds.

A crack of anger emerges.

Will you be alone forever?

A hot-air balloon rises out of the valley,

And up past your window.

Past swells into present into future.

There is someone else in your world.

There are others who care about you.

The phone rings, the doorbell chimes.

The clock ticks.

Time keeps you company.

Your destiny arrives.

You exist for a reason.

Someone needs your presence.

Join the motion around you.

Feel the connection.

Something

Absolute nothing seems like a thing,

But there is really no nothing.

Everything is something.

So when you feel numb,

And out of touch, and it seems like

You feel nothing, know

You are always feeling something.

Thirteen in One

Front row seats at your circus.

Trapeze artist swings, flings and clings

With the best of them. Tweet?

Lions jump through fiery rings,

Only to step in elephant poop.

Must have fed them at the wrong time.

Ring a bell, then here comes

The clown car at high speed.

Screeches to a halt and empties thirteen.

It’s a good show, but the popcorn’s stale,

And the chocolate covered raisins

Melted in my hand (it was hot too).

Eat a Cookie

Rearrange the spoon in my belt.

Croon to the moon just how I felt.

King of things betrays the servant.

Don’t look that way. It’s all I can do.

Nothing but gum stuck to my shoe.

Do you live in the path of mess?

You can tell me. Please, confess.

It’s the same in every camp.

Drop it off without a stamp.

Whistle a nifty tune in the dark.

Up the chimney, left your mark.

Bring It

Try my self too much you’ll see,

I’m not one to mince or sizzle.

POW! It hits, then I’m gone.

Won’t hang around to milk the fun.

Won’t tell you twice when I fume.

Won’t apologize to those in the room.

It’s you and me, got to settle things.

What you get is what you bring.

Shoo Fly Pie

Neither you nor I will tell a lie

About the way I swat a fly.

Seek connection another way.

Don’t waste my time with garbage cans.

You didn’t find the truth in trash.

You found the meaning with your mouth.

Taste and see just what I mean.

Just don’t hang around this scene.

I am through feeding you.

This is the last shoo fly pie I’ll do.