we think we live in a meritocracy but we actually live in a bullshitocracy it’s all about who can…
A poem —
Stab a hole in the cabin wallsLet the atmosphere do its thingThe same air that we all breatheDoesn’t taste…
You Can’t Tell
I tried to call the doctor butyou can’t tellshe said she wasn’t taking clients…
saturn’s return
returns me to myself
each morning
offers up perspective
with a side of wisdom
and a healthy helping of clarity
poetry
When I look at WoodyAnd Woody turns,And Woody looks at me<I feel free.