The hardest lesson…growing up without dying from stupidity — I used to walk head first into the doors of my life That was my style, my special gift Head down, arms chugging like the old wheels on a freight train engine Bam, slap that door with my forehead Wham, knocked on my ass The ones who loved me told me the doors were coming my way But when you are born with a head as hard as a…

I watched her walk away, me sweating and still nervous… — She was next to me in first class. Young, stunning, Aspen gold blond, red lips, business clothes, and the perfume, I always lose my mind to the perfume. I nodded and took my seat. My God old man, are you blushing? Two hour flight to Atlanta. A massive storm that…

You exist here, but here is where you never want to be — Your body sits, your mind leaves Your lips engage, but your eyes wander The scent of hot summer sun comes to you on a warm breeze, but your head left you an hour ago Where you are is where you are not Your feet carry you along a city sidewalk Heat waves…

We loved him because he was our father… we hated him because he wouldn’t be — Had a beer with my dad the other day… although he wasn’t there I don’t drink much beer but a few times a year I open a can of the cheap stuff, my old man’s favorite He would die again if he knew Pabst was now a hipster beer Skinny jean people with scraggily beards drinking Tall Boys on a Friday…

Too many no longer feel the music that was theirs — I lived, I loved, I laughed into days with no end I danced till the sun lit my morning with its warmth, my youth fading into the dying years I drank the wine of life until late hours of the night, I loved ones I let run from my life too soon I…

My life seemed so long, yet so short at the same time — My life has seemed so long, yet so short at the same time My tomorrow nothing more than my yesterday When I closed my eyes for a nap, head back in my then new blue chair, book in my lap, my kids were kids, my wife young and I had wavy brown hair Phones had cords attached to the…

I don’t like to argue so I ignore myself — When I talk to myself I don’t usually answer But when I do, it’s because I have no idea what the hell I just asked…. …

Wonder if I will even know when I lose the rest of my mind — My days in San Francisco were my lost years Work I hated… women who hated me I did not understand living in those days but I was a master of barely surviving There was a crazy man living in the bushes behind where I worked Larry big man, long, scraggly, dirty silver…