I was looking for a mirror in Walmart to see how a hat might look when my daughter said.

“Use your phone.”

I told her I didn’t have a mirror app.

“You’re such a moron Dad. Use the camera.”

Something here is happening here, and no need to wonder why. No anxiety need or worry. No, no sadness or need to cry.

It’s just a floating bubble that’s just waiting here for word. I’m trying. I’m succeeding. Now the lines are kinda blurred.

I’ve got this weird reaction to someone else’s plan. There is something quite authentic here, though I can’t say I’m a fan.

This world keeps right on turning. I’ve been invited for the ride. I’ve been born into this chaos. What I’ve learned, I have applied.

There’s no moral to the story. Or not one that I can see. Something here is happening here and is struggling to break free.

When I find it and I’m certain, I will look for something more. Because by then, I won’t know when, or why or who, what for?

My Doctor retires without notice.

My daughters teacher quits her teaching post with 8 weeks to go in the school year because her husband got a job transfer…

Ricky makes a joke and people are offended.

Amber lied in court and is offended that people don’t believe her.

Is narcissism the new drug? Or am I being too sensitive?

A Bukowski that I didn’t know existed. This is very exciting!!

For as long as I can remember, I loathe the act of disappointing others.

There must be a trick to doing this as I have observed others being able to accomplish this task with an effortlessness that appears natural.

Maybe you just learn early that none are more important to you than you and perhaps  this knowledge makes this unpleasantness easier.

Maybe it’s breath control? I don’t know…

Today I had to tell my 10 years old daughter that I couldn’t take her to see her relatives this summer in Europe due to financial reasons. She said she understood and is being beyond reasonable…

Maybe the trick is just being honest?

The waves they kept on coming.

Landing on what we call the shore.

And faded back into abyss.

And keep coming back for more.

Me? I sat there drinking.

Into the deepest darkest night.

There was something in that magic.

And you were out of sight.

I swam into the ocean.

The sea, the salt, the sand.

Can’t say why I keep coming back.

Except… nothing better planned.

The sun passed moving shadows.

The shadows hid your flaws.

Hid is to strong a word.

At least it gave them pause.

I was contemplating something.

That might cause you to grin.

Thought of nothing short of self harm.

Or just once, take it on the chin.

I left you on a park bench.

And I swear I saw a tear.

It was such a perfect silhouette.

Not one could be its peer.

I left looking for some action.

Up the road in Korea town.

She had that look of satisfaction.

Said, “I won’t let you down.”

Took a trip and traveled long.  Got homesick from just a song. Sometimes do get weary from all this flying.

You were there, I left you too. Deep far down I think you knew. Said to myself… I just can’t be lying.

Somewhere between the hurting fool. And this need to be ungodly cruel. Oh behave, I get so sick of trying.

I took it down and looked at self. Put the mirror back on the shelf. All these tears… So sorry, I’m not buying.

Someone said that you were scared. You said you knew I never cared. But this chill is more than death defying.

Went to sleep I had dream. When I woke you heard a scream. It’s OK, no I’m sorry I’m not crying.