Money
I know money can’t buy happiness, but sometimes it buys a pretty satisfying meal – like pizza and beer.
The List
“I love hot showers,” he said. “They’re my second most favorite thing, right behind pizza, cold beer, hot coffee, lemon meringue pie, watermelon, grilled steak, the beach, and the fourth of July.”
His wife said, “Where am I on that list?”
He said, “I’ll get back to you.”
Before Time Lies
Before time lies
and says you died
and that maybe you never were
find the sun
and get things done
stroke a cat and feel a purr
look into yourself
for what you want to be
and how you want to live
before time lies
and says time to die
and you find that it’s the end
Musical
You ever been in a public place, like a coffee shop (where you were writing), and a song comes on that you like, and you start singing it in your head, and then wonder, if you got up and started singing it aloud and dancing, would everyone else join in, like in a musical?
No, me neither.
Circle Dream
I was with my dad and lost in brown woods
and then we were on a boat and rowing
I kept asking him but he wouldn’t tell me
anything about where we were going
Feeling down
I was looking around
and wondering about the scene
didn’t know where I was
or where I’d been
or where I wanted to be
I thought I knew
and I thought I could
but nothing
was what it seemed
It was a circle of thought
and a circle of hope
a circle
going around a dream
When
He doesn’t remember the days
he went from being remarkable to unnoticed
loved to unwanted
cherished to forgotten
he was just another human sliding down the spectrum of life
Traffic
He doesn’t look distraught
but he appears deep in thought
and doesn’t look others’ way
Not a way to drive
if you want to stay alive
on a busy traffic day
The Masses
The masses block the sidewalks
with their asses.
Unseeing or caring
by others looking and staring,
absorbed by the grievances
they’re airing.
Perfumed
The perfume of you and I
still intertwines
with the thoughts of what we doing
what we meant to say
before we went away
left me wondering who we think we’re fooling
we never talk
and stay distant in our walks
with a feeling that something’s brewing
it never boils and never perks
but it’s always there, it always lurks
I think our love is cooling
Michael Seidel, writer 