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Cake Fate

I watch overweight people on the
Television in the throws of
Despair
Because,
Maybe,
I relate to that feeling of: 
"I did this. I'm still doing this."
That plus:
"What have I done? What am I doing?"

As if I were living this gift of a life
Blind or deaf or mute.
As if this body and mind are permanent
And wholly mine.
Rather
I'm just a waiting game for cancer.
I should eat vegan or something
Get to the gym maybe.
Either.

But I think about how that one Beach Boys's
Love song starts with:
"I may not always love you"
And, oh, ow, that's just so
Bleak.
That's how Wilson and Asher start a love song?
This is the track we play at special events?
If not simply for the lack of eloquence
Find another love song, kid.

And it somehow feels the same:
The overweight twenty-something
On the screen,
The scar hearted thirty-something
Glued to.
The fear of change and the comfort in mess,
And the difficulty of today versus tomorrow
(Which is very likely more difficult,
To be sure.)
When even the sweetest melodies of our time
Seem to say
Wait: you'll lose.

Ok, just a slice. 

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