One time a small fish
landed, as it were,
in a heap of trouble,
upside down in Brooklyn,
cast like a shadow
onto the street.
People stepped over her,
not even noticing the abject sadness
and tears in her eyes.
Why am I only a fish?
And not a dolphin,
Things improved rapidly
when Amazon closed a deal
for the Bridge,
And hired 10,000 workers
to deliver digital advertising
“Thank God!” the fish exclaimed.
“I thought I would be a tuna
There really are
8 million stories in The Naked City.
One time I decided that I had had enough. We all have, I guess. Why, just the other day, I turned on the news and discovered that time had stopped — yes, really stopped! — but just in one little village in upstate New York.
Well, I thought that was strange, and didn’t really trust it, to be honest with you. I have an old girlfriend who lives there, so I called her.
“Hi, John, are you still up to no good?”
Well, of course I am! “Hi Darlene, is it true that time has stopped for you guys?”
or so we think,
Casey Jones, who’s
on my mind,
And is he on yours,
What’s the plan?
Who wants to be Sam?
But the whole wide world,
at least for us humans,
looks a bit bleak
Madness rules in a sea of fools,
while gladness slapped me on the back,
Does that even mean anything?
No, John, chaos just wants to talk
You outlived your stay!
But madness, chaos, storms, death, and disease,
invited themselves to party with all
normality had returned…
OK — I’ve decided that reality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I don’t know why, but, somehow, it’s lost its charming bite.
Perhaps something happened. It checked out and went sleepy bye, forgetting to set the most rudimentary alarm.
A jet airplane flew by my window earlier this morning. I could hear it throttling down for a landing, but when I looked out, a bluejay flapped by, squawking at me, instead. The airplane had gone. Perhaps the passengers just wanted their privacy.
I’m sure that ringing bluejay was squawking at me, or, perhaps, at the two black winged…
One time there was a dollar bill who was lonely and thought he could get a lot of other bank note friends by becoming a writer on Medium! I know it sounds odd, but these things happen.
His girlfriend had gone through a currency change operation and was now living in someone else’s computer under a new crypto name. He hadn’t seen her in weeks.
Nevertheless, that courageous dollar bill carried on. Medium started actually paying him … in stories!
He decided the 2 minute ones were best,
But when he tried to buy a miniature air conditioner on Amazon…
“It’s so hard,” the man said, as his wife turned to him from above a heavy cast iron frying pan, full of eggs, cheese, and, of course, potatoes.
“What’s hard, Kevin? It’s certainly not the part that I need,” she volunteered, as her husband sat, heavy and dejected, at the long kitchen table.
He knew she was right, that the high flying job he had once had, talking farmers out of getting storm and flood insurance, had now come to haunt him with shame.
“I can’t help it, Florence,” he told her. “We’re broke.”
They were, you know. Like so…
Just today, I decided to write something optimistic.
“Why the hell do you want to do that?” my girlfriend asked, looking up from her morning coffee.
“Well. I figured after four years of Trump, over twenty of Putin, seriously too much of Kim Jung Un, and all the other psycho “leaders” of the world, we need something to look forward to!”
“You’re being optimistic again.”
I got up from the breakfast table and then went into the closet to write.
It’s true. I’m too scared to come out and say things may get better. I type, vainly, with…
If you fear being normal,
the techniques of being invisible
are so easy to learn.
If you fear being a river, just feel the gravity
pulling your water
out of all
sun touched mountains,
And the sheer slippery
of the whole
forgetting to ask
of all the non-effort,
bubble loud popping,
adventure filled thing,
And any timid fishes
who forget to follow
One time a mountain river decided to visit the city. As she wasn’t used to people (and dogs and children,) she was a little overwhelmed at first, but…
One time a belief decided to take over the entire world! It was a really nasty belief and had paid off all the influencers: The politicians, the generals, the CEO’s, the education ministers, and, of course, the prison guards.
But the Earth kept spinning on its axis anyway.
I wasn’t sure if the Earth had even noticed all of us! I decided to ask her, but she looked at me (momentarily) and said, “Is Springtime not enough for you?”
I realized the point she was making and shut up, but she could tell I still hadn’t really understood.