Monday, I wake and think of you
Tuesday, I approach you with caution
Wednesday, we meet for coffee
Thursday, we fall for one another
Friday, we’re in the throes of passion
Saturday, you’re feeling sorrow and regret
Sunday, you forget my name
Monday, I wake and think of you

There is a place where you can find everything except what you are looking for

We have snacks that will make you gassy for your first date

CD players that only skip when the song you love comes on

Seeds that grow into roses that smell lovely only when you are in too much of a hurry to appreciate their perfume

We have the book that comes next after the one you can’t find time to read

A brand of cola that will give you hiccups everytime

A box of stale Life on sale for just three cents more than you have on you

This is the one and only Inconvenience Store

Never closed, you’re always welcome but the

Coupons expire right when you get to the door

We have the most delicious hot coffee that you will always spill

The local newspaper for a town you’ve never heard of

And the gallon of milk you were supposed to get but it expired yesterday

We used to have a poster of Murphy’s Law hanging on the wall

But the store burnt to the ground

We rebuilt it even bigger than before

Now people are calling it Life

But I still remember it as the Inconvenience Store

you ever feel like we’re too connected?
like everything is so crowded and jammed up that we don’t notice each other
the little things, the stop to smell the roses moments pass us by
and we are rushing from here to there
to and fro
ants in an ant farm
squished unknowingly up against the glass

the sun glares down
like a hungry beast
we scurry into our holes and hideouts
communicating in ones and zeros
but always missing the point

we seek meaning and passion and excitement
but complain we have no courage
our lives move and move like rafts on the Mississippi
But I had better things to do than read Huck Finn

hours of mindless entertainment
and then no inspiration
endless desert of desperation and depression
hop from one city to the next
no end in sight

run from problems
hide from anything that could make life exponentially better
callous and fearless and crude
joking about life and death to cope with grief

take everything for granted
burn bridges, never let them see you cry
let the status quo control you
go to college, get a job
don’t be a burnout, dropout, failure

let them define happiness
and let them measure my success

overweight
sunburned
living in a garage
if that’s not success

I don’t know what is

the adolescent american dreaming of easy money

can’t even drive a car

I need glasses and new pants
bought running shoes
but I’m only running from my problems

bury my anger and depression
nervous laughing
crack a joke, as long as you don’t crack
you’re fine


talk about your goals
but only half-heartedly pursue them
like a cop who wants the donuts more than the punks he chases

I want a wife, a life, of happiness with kids and a house
a degree and income
talk about religion and philosophy
read books, but never bother to finish

inconsistent, and never complete
talk when you don’t know what you’re saying
never admit “I don’t know”

count your friends on one hand
but don’t let it know what the other hand’s doing
my mind has a mind of its own
I never bother to follow through
like a tree that is uprooted by the storm
struck with wanderlust I fly away

I trust strangers more than friends and family
Because strangers never stay,
Which means they never leave.
And if my home is where my heart is
Am I homeless or just heartless?
It seems like nothing’s working,
And forever ended weeks ago.
I am running out of time
By lying in my bed;
I sleep and dream awake
Thoughts go through my head
For hours and hours
Time is flying by.
No sleep comes near to me
And I am lying all alone
In the darkness I call my home.
I just wanted something solid
Something to call my own.