Here is a poem from many years ago. I think I wrote this for a poetry class.
Sometimes I wander the neighborhood
tickled
(or is it pickled?)
Drifting between actual and self reality
Oblivious
The world makes no attempt to reclaim me
Thoughts travel through my head
like driftwood
There
Goes
One
Now
GOT IT!
Examine this thought nugget
Fool’s gold
A fortune from a stale fortune cookie
This insight
What else besides our final frontier
contains dark emptiness,
gases,
solids?
THE UNIVERSE IS A GIANT ASSHOLE.
Sometimes I wander the neighborhood
tickled
(or is it pickled?)
Drifting between actual and self reality
Oblivious
The world makes no attempt to reclaim me
Thoughts travel through my head
like driftwood
There
Goes
One
Now
GOT IT!
Examine this thought nugget
Fool’s gold
A fortune from a stale fortune cookie
This insight
What else besides our final frontier
contains dark emptiness,
gases,
solids?
THE UNIVERSE IS A GIANT ASSHOLE.
