If You Let the World

If you let the world

Serve you bad coffee

It most certainly will

Some may blast this as

Pretentious

But be cautious

As my case I present

I walked slowly

Rolling into the cafe

Dim lit on my way

Through Illinois and Iowa

I could just tell from the sight of her

It was not going to be easy

Uneasy was the feeling

Her stare into mine

But I had to wonder

Is it worth my time

To ask for something

Other than a glass of turpentine

I realized this rush was no longer

About coffee or personality

I was unsure if I was afraid

If I should abate my post

Where were these feelings

Overwhelming me

Like the holy ghost

She could tell I was uneasy

Pushed hard for me to move on

In a quick minute my mind had reacted

I was going to let her

Her

Win

I was not going to step out of line

I would rather walk away disgruntled

Than to let her get her energy infused to mine

As I walked away and the next customer approached

After I was dismally reproached

In such light and airy way she won her way

Exacting my energy from my eyes I would say

I opened the door for my fail grandeur

She managed her own will on mine

I was let down

But I soon learned in the quickness of time

It is with certainty

That I can speak certainly

If I do not speak certainly

Than uncertainty will belittle my will

This will leave my ego and soul ill filled

So when the world attempts to push you down

From a simple coffee – blurred old brown

Don’t let the light be pushed away

Sometimes the light is needed

Confidence displayed

The world will accept you

And not push you back

Instead of slowly whimpering

“I’ll just drink my coffee black”

Unconscious Desiring; An Ode

Unconscious desiring

Subconscious manifesting

Hoping on some dream

Of breaking out of the cycle

Money in

Money out

Dinner bought

Rent Owed

I wish to make it out

Even to the middle class

But these days

Not even the middle class

Can pass

The boundary

Set up in our system

Of class

The city tells me there is no middle

Either you own

Or are owned

There is not much between

The filthy rich

And the much lesser known

Hustling makes you feel alright

But SOMETIMES

It just is not enough

To get you off the ground

For a bigger flight

So my ode is this

I’m not trying to hit it big

Or swig Courvoisier from the jar

I’m just trying to get by

With a little extra to put away

Living for today

So this is my ode

I have nothing more to say

Clone

If I owned a clone

More than just I alone

Could construct

And Labor

To create a home

Me

And

My clone

Could change the sheets

On the bed

Work while the other one

Read

Write

While the other can play

Me and my clone

Could find many uses this way

Arthur on the Coast

Arthur hits the North Carolina coast

Fourth of July dampened roast

Fireworks can not be on display

In a southern fog of rainy days

Rotations of clouds

Moving up the eastern seaboard

The sparks of July will be postponed

Call waiting

Sitting on hold

The 4th of 2014 will be celebrated

Later than it seemed

As Arthur makes its way up the coast

Keeping people inside

Instead of a celebratory toast

Wake Up

 

 

 

Paving Paths of Uncertainty

From the bugs

To the webs

Rolling dust up

Cleaning the house

On a small Indiana farm

Crawling out

Yearning

Falling out

Contemplating the rearranging

The possessions I own

Giving up

Learning to let go

So we can roll down the road

From NY to IN

Paving paths of uncertainty

Getting older will certainly

Make me wonder about the future

What it holds

And how to just let go