Looking confused

she looked at me,
and i looked at her.
we both seemed
a bit confused.
maybe it was
that we had
nothing to say,
didn’t know
what to say,
or had
nothing to say.
hell, it could have
been we just
had nothing to say
and we wondered,
what are you
looking at?

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Working crazy

i stock shelves,
intelligence not required.
good for me
but apparently,
we are located
in a surrounding neighbourhood
filled with oddballs.
of course, i do work there
so how can i be so surprised?
i guess i never realized
the variances in peoples.
cookie cutter norms
have proved incorrect.
dictionaries define
what experience cannot.
labels limit exceptions
damaging true value.

Playing towards a new game

games are fun.
i like playing them.
i’m not the best,
nor am i good.
maybe i’m the worst,
but i can follow.
the rules are confusing
and always changing.
on top of that,
there are other players.
if understanding the rules
weren’t difficult enough,
now i must understand
these players.
if not at least try to be
conscious
of their playing.
i find it easiest to play alone,
but get confused with more players.
i shouldn’t get so anxious.
as far as i know,
we’re playing the same game.
each with their own
interpretation.
i must adjust my game
to encompass more than
just myself.
shit,
i think
i’ll start a
new game.