it started with a full glass
but as the time went on,
and mouths began to dry,
the full glass was gulped
down to half empty.
realizing the event
was to be prolonged,
consumption was
stringent, at best.
isn’t it funny how
every full glass
becomes empty
in the
end?
get off for fun.
and for what, a
better reason?
impulse guides
hind sighted logic.
now, or
next.
discard those who
do not wish to follow,
for a like means…
what exactly?
just throw
it away.
the future is death,
warning no one.
maybe a little courtesy,
at least?
fidgeting lights
twitch.
muscle spasms.
fleeting silence,
felt
between
reverberations,
never
fully
grasped.
don’t sweat the small stuff
because every penny counts.
sweating pennies pays for itself.
speak and your voice will follow.
or, follow your voice to speak.
both die difference
in a language shared.
I designed a tribute for music icon, David Bowie (Jan. 8, 1947 – Jan. 10 2016)
A quote from music icon, David Bowie.
i’ve said this before,
but i’m fine with
touching myself.
why disappoint another?
besides, i know what to expect
and this pleases me.
we know what we like,
so why expect another to know?
i’m not desperate for physical contact
because i’m well within reach.
of course, if i’m dissatisfied with
myself, then i must seek validation.
hold on a second. why find another
to feel whole when they feel what
you do not? shit, nevermind, i may
just be breathing a rhythme
hop, skipped, jumped
by a majority who disagrees.
your hands are foreign,
but i appreciate your effort.
i shouldn’t be so harsh,
because i am an other
to an other.
i think you are this,
i think you are that.
i know this,
i know that,
but what i really know
is not what that is.
misconception bores
preconception.
you think this,
to which i think that.
what is tends disinformation.
i see you everyday,
yet i don’t know you.
sad, but in a funny way,
you’ve explained yourself.
unfortunately, i’ve only
understood you in
my own terms.
we call each other
commonality but
mean difference.
