rainmanjr

They're really lonely place$, though people fill their chair$. Mo$t $it in $ullen $ilence, playing game$ of great de$ign. The mo$t elaborate being in$ide their head. Mo$t think it rather harmle$$, but $ome would di$agree. You'll find them now in meeting$, room$ with $tale carpet$. But they're not $trong like you and me. $ometime$ it feel$ exciting, thi$ game of ri$k and chance. Happine$$ brought by winning, families deve$tated by hope. Crumb$ from $ugary $nack$ on the floor.  

Sunscreen hated sunscreen... I'd rather not put more of it on my face. Messy greasy messy... Makes my skin white as the Nordic race. Rosacea ugly rosacea... Comes back when the sun's light invades. Prickly scarletly prickly... Covers my face like the fucking everglades. Incurable mostly incurable... Only manageable with aloe and sunscreen. Sunscreen hated sunscreen... Reminds me that rosacea is mean.

I feel alone and ignored.  A crowded isolation. Pursuing hopes that crash into nothingness. Gravitational pull of circling bodies Yet, the vacuum remains. Affections unreturned.  Concern a one-way trip Lonely truck stops offering empty food. With no gas in their pumps To give away. Friendship between the covers of pressed wood Good nutrition but not very sweet. Salt and vinegar is better Keeps perspective. Warren Zevon thought it Splendid Isolation It has some moments that's true. Two, beginning and end Eternity in between. Sex a plug and socket for electricity’s flow Tingling nerves fail @ sust

 Joseph Devlin propelled his body through the muffled quiet of watery space.  He moved as dolphins do, by jerking his sleek body up and down, so he minimized vibration.  Briefly, Devlin wondered if he could stay under forever.  Devlin decided against trying because he'd heard enough quiet, lately.  Devlin wanted desperately to hear something else.  Something that rhymed.  Something people could dance to.  As he neared concrete steps, leading out of his massive pool, Devlin's lungs screamed for air.  'Guess not,' he thought, and quietly broke the surface. From behind him came sounds of a tag game called Marco Polo.  Splashing.  Laughter.  Sq

To believe or not to believe.  That is the question. A lifetime of dabbling and fooling around. Searching for God What have I found? I've been taught I've been lectured. I've been ridiculed and fractured. I've practiced I've believed. I've been moral not behaved. And drawn the opinion it's all quite depraved. There is no morality No meter of justice. There's only irony truth of iris. For what we believe has come from parents. Our family and friends so they wouldn't desert us. But what we hold true Is what we have seen. What we've experienced that wasn't obscene. Add to all this a Generational lean. It's fragments o

In time new becomes old. Mundane habits become novelty.  Thought. Reality seems a mere crutch to hang your hat on. Murky waters ripple still. Settle upon stones once soft.  Supple. Sleeping beasts hide within hardened sand. Slowly a reflection forms. From the watery depths of it's grave.  Aware. How could it have hidden from itself so long, so deep? Slip away remembrance.   Break from anchor and drift in the tide. Somewhere downstream where currents stop. Pool and die. I can't cut the chain, I can't cut the pain, I can't stop the rain and the water is vanishing. Younger fish begin to swim. Slowly circling the rusted steel links

"Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own/and maybe between the time you arrived and the time you go/may lie a reason you were alive/but you'll never know." - Jackson Browne     I've stood in my share of lines over the past 48 years.  Lines in amusement parks, the Air Force, college admission and banks.  Lines for job interviews and, once, a marriage license.  Coming years will bring lines for more doctors, Government retirement programs, and the bus after my eyesight fails.  I'm in line for promotion and out of line with my wife.  My long sunken cheeks, watery brown eyes, and increasing forehead are developing lines of their own.  Funn