different

different people lead different lives some are con men, some work nine to five some are on welfare, some are movie stars some spend their lives in libraries, others in sports bars some people love the whole human race and greet the world with a smiling face others take exception to their personal circumstances and think they don’t get fair chances some are born with silver spoons in their mouths, but still sing sad tunes some are happy just to exist some disappear, and are never missed some people just can’t get along everything they do is wrong others always provoke a smile and have no bad info in their files some folks have to rise and shine and rush to get to work on time others can lie around all day whether the skies are blue or gray more and more folks “work at home” and spend their lives on the phone or sit all day in front of a screen what does it all mean? yes, my friend, the world is changing unseen forces are rearranging the human race into one big blob the new age is on the job when the aliens arrive hardly a soul will be alive who will remember the old days when different people went different ways

who is

who is he who never speaks but only laughs? who wants everything you have but settles for half? who will let you go along day by day? but when the time is right for him will make you pay? around every corner behind every door at every bus stop walking on every shore his collar over his face his hat over his eyes he will find you when he wants you but will make it a surprise listen, o wayfarer for this is the strangest part he wants to be your friend and write his name in your heart

tigers

the sky is as blue as tigers. the clouds are as white as polar bears. after a while, the sky turns gray, as gray as an elephant. later it will turn dark blue. it will not turn black - very rarely does it actually turn black. a street light will come on beneath your window. if you wait long enough, someone will walk down the street. if you wait even longer, someone will stop under the street light. and they will look up at your window and you will see their face. that is, you could, if the window was not so high. the window is as high as the sky. there is a sliver of moon in the sky. but it is hidden behind the clouds. the clouds in the dark blue night. you listen, but you hear nothing. not even a lonesome whistle. or the sound of tires in the rain. because it is not raining. it has not rained for a long time.

in the wind

american dog waiting on windy corner where is my old friend? american bum standing in coffee shop door i need a new friend no more sable coats or nights at the opera for you or for me right and proper, sir perfect room temperature the way you like it a good martini like a good faithful puppy should not disappoint but my dear fellow you expect me to believe you have no old friends when i was your age i had conquered the old world and threatened the new but now all is lost in the american night on the gray sidewalk in the rain, the rain outside on the gray sidewalk where are my old friends?