vibrant, miniscule

[whoaisme]

vibrant, miniscule

"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception—especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong." - Paul Kemp

as i lie to my therapist,
and admit to myself
that i am lying, about
how much alcohol i consume
per night—i look at
her legs briefly,
clad in a short skirt
that hugs her
hips. she is much
older than me
but you never
could tell by
looking at her.
this i like.

she asks if i want to die,
i don't lie to her this time—

as i'm walking home,
eight blocks, i think
of her legs and
my crotch gets warm.
then i see a homeless
man pushing a
shopping cart holding
seemingly all of his
belongings

my crocth gets
cold.

i think of all the people
this city eats alive
day after day.

i walk by the sushi
restaurant, eyeing all
the plates of the people
sitting outside,
hunger raising
its voice.

i walk by the post office
where everybody
is dead.

i walk past the yoga studio
and eye the young, slim
moms in their tight
pants, and i think,

maybe god made yoga pants
just for my eyes,
or is he just
fucking with me?

suddenly it is 2pm
and i want a beer.
2pm, and all my wants
not yet devoured
by the devil.

when i get to my building
there's a woman
talking furiously into her cell phone,
holding a dog on a leash.

i look into her eyes
and there is nothing
there.

i look at the dog and he seems
to be as annoyed as i am

i think about the vodka
in the pantry.
i think about the reese's
cups in the freezer.
i think about the popcorn
form last night.

suddenly, i'm seven years old
on christmas morning.
suddenly, ornette coleman
walks onto the elevator
and kills the woman's
chit-chatty voice with
his indelible blows

suddenly god's tongue
is my tongue and
i say nothing.

when i get to my door,
i remember the trash needs
to be emptied. i haven't
cleaned up last night's dinner mess.
the only thing in the fridge is
three beers, mayonaise and
a half eaten slice of pizza

i put the key in the lock
and turn it

[WIREMAN]

"Just be Happy!" The Dalai Lama

[saw]

very nice streetscape / mindscape peom.....the stage is set at the therapist's office, and then a walk through the neighborhood rich with imagery....the mind ever analyzing....

well written piece...fragments of ordinary lives....poeticized

[the mingo]

ENJOYED

[whoaisme]

thanks for the comments guys, appreciate y'all!

[whoaisme]

Wireman, where did you get that Dalai Lama quote?

i would be interested to read where he said that. cheers and thanks for your attention.

[WIREMAN]

I believe it was on a Michael Palin BBC series called himalaya.....in the interview he was asked for any advice he could give to the viewers, whereupon he said with a giggle "Just be happy"

[theirishsea]

I like your poem a lot. It is a short story in poetry. We get to view the flow of your thoughts as you experience everyday sights. There is inner drama in the poem---it has a tension. I eagerly read this from beginning to end.