'Lo dear readers. Happy Monday.
Ya know, I read a few blogs here and there and often see the 'I had so much stuff I wanted to talk about but now I can't remember it' post. When I see this, I usually shake my head, questioning the point of even mentioning it. Why not just shuddup until you do have something to say? Well... now I understand. On the bus to work I came up with what I believe was an awesome topic to write about tonight. I do know that it occupied just about the entire hour long ride. What I do not know is what the hell it was... and this absolutely void where even a shred of an idea should be is damn annoying. If I had the slightest idea I could build upon it... but nope. Where the thought was is now empty. In fact, when I do try to think of it, I end up starring at the wall for 5-10 minutes straight. So, it is not empty. It has been replaced by a mental vacuum. Hooray.
Either way, it was good damnit. Really, really good.
Onward with the poemtry. A short one.

Not Quite

It's true...
my past was written
in ashes and scar tissue.

These eyes have seen
many sundry things...

But never before had they seen you

and in that
they were inexperienced
and misfortuned.

Air Fuels Fire

WHAT?!?! Could it be? Two back to back days of posting?! My word, who are you and what have you done with The River Man??
To which I reply: Shuddup.
Hello, readers. I hope I find you all in high spirits and a relaxed Saturday vibe of some sort. I can't say the same, thanks to my fine skill for procrastinating. I've a huge paper to do, and two work and class filled weeks to do it. "But River Man.." You will undoubtedly ask "Haven't you known about that paper for about 5 months now?"
To which I will reply: Shuddup.
No, in all honestly, I've got to work on my time management. I've always relied on what I whimsically referred to as my 'last minute magic' but I do believe that my few years are beginning to dull the ol' noggin' -- 'Cause the magic just ain't what it used to be.
In other news, I received my much awaited stimulus check. $600.00 here and gone before I could draw a second breath. It was good, though. A couple bills we bearing fangs and poised to strike. I've managed to distract them momentarily. Thank you, failing economy.
Two days of near political conversation. Am I actually starting to give a damn about this country? It would appear so. Eh, the old noggin' loses one thing and picks up another, I suppose. Balance in all things, young grasshoppers.
Onward to tonight's piece... well... in a moment (my time of course) because I misplaced the bloody book it was written in. Only I can lose something that was just in my hands without moving an inch...
Okay. Somehow it was on the dresser across the room. Today's piece was written, I'd say, about 3 weeks ago on the bus ride to work. It seems it's another wrap around poem.
Onward with the enjoying.

Maybe..

It should have been
a warmer day
-perhaps.

Or slightly later
in the night
-maybe.

It should have turned out differently
of that much,
I'm sure.

And I recalled,
in the valley of that moment,
something a friendly enemy
had once told me:

"Babe Ruth had two specialties:
Hitting home runs
and striking out."

Well, it's been a while
since I've made contact
but I'll sure as hell keep swinging.

Next time though,
I'll do it on a warmer day
and slightly closer to the night

--just to be sure.

Rain and Hunger

Heylo there, mine readers. How fare thee this Friday eve? I'm tired... but really now... are you surprised? Other than that, all is well. I got my passport a couple days ago meaning it took all of a week and a day or two to get the damn thing. And I was going to be a fool and expedite the damn thing. Maroon. I thought there was some sort of crazy delay? Eh, I'm not complaining. Way to go, government -- on this topic atleast. Whoa, no worries. This is a politic free zone, I assure. Religion and Politics are two of the most pitiful things to fight over, in my opinion. And my opinion is golden, damnit. Therefore those things should not be argued about henceforth.
Heh... fat chance of that, aye?
Onward with the verse, mine readers.

By Chance

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