Lyric

Lobster degenerates
Musical instruments.
Wear your heart on
Your lapel.
Climbing mountains
On stilts and suntans.
I got a stain on my pants
And it’s pissing me off.

Roll your eyes
At my disguise.
See if I care
Cause I got flare.
Flash,
Pizaz,
And a feather hat.

Standing in a field
Like a goat with a stethoscope.
Staring at the cows
And watching them cope.
With a life so short
And meaningless.
Beef for humans
Indentured
Potential food.

Incentive for complacency
Complacency for emergency.
Don’t move for the ambulances
Cause their wasting your time.
Selfish and tasteless
Fat and greedy.
Flicking that butt
Out of the window.

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Waking Up

Waking up, I felt a little sick.
and thought to myself…

“I should take the day off!”
(pause for a few seconds)
running to the computer,
frantically counting,
days off.

All before she wakes up.

“We could go on a trip”
Thinking quickly…
“Ithaca!”

“Kimberly, I have 3 days left”
“Actually, 2 now”…
(pause for a few seconds)
“I’m taking today off”
“You are!”, Kimberly’s eyes widened

“And we’re going to Ithaca”
“We are!”, Kimberly had become
wildly excited!

We continued to sleep
for some hours.
Healing from
a sleep deficit.

Packing up snacks, water,
the dog.
We left our home.
Departing
because of spontaneity.

The trip was
as fun as
the destination.

We saw flowers and water,
climbed on rocks.
Kimberly even did yoga,
out in public.
A first for her!
I was
and still am
immensely proud of her.

As I Sit Here

Dearest love, best friend and partner for life Kimberly:

As I sit here,
in the lucid loneliness of the graveyard shift.

Slaving tirelessly over a keyboard in a cold office
as if it were a hot stove and I were cooking pancakes.

I feel a longing for that feeling of home
that being beside you brings me, brings us.

As I sit here,
fervently studying the opcodes of the 8080.

My mind cannot focus on programming, I miss you.
I miss your familiarity and texture.

Although we’re only 45 minutes apart tonight,
it feels like hours.

Yours truly,
Aaron

Thought Of The Day

Lost sight due to worries
that are really not that
worrisome.

Debts only seem like
being owned by another
if you let them.

Money doesn’t bring
joy or fulfillment,
it breeds sorrow.

As long as there is negative,
there must have been and still
exists, a positive.

The bright side is just
a matter of changing
the environment.