there are those days
when you see a mother carrying a baby
with tears in here eyes, in the cold
and you can feel her despair

then moments later the vampires
poking you for blood and money
earnestly try to be nice and tune into
the thought
of one in thousands

of course on the way home, you find
someone dumped a bag of garbage
in front of your house
and it pisses you right off
but then mail lady offers a smile
and you are reminded that
the cat that convulsed and you thought
was dying is now purring, drinking and eating
and that buddy who saw this coming
barked it away for now.

that makes you think if it is right to
will death away, when ….
death always wins

then you get a note from a friend across the world
who has been gone and you worried about
that sends a hug, a big azzzz one that you needed
cause of all the death and crying stuff and other unmentioned
items that just seem to be working out slowly and slowly
but certainly, in a direction that is unknown and jiggy
at best.

But the big azzzz hug trumps the crud for now

until you are told your a toad
and not very nice, and generally jeered
which while you can handle, seems
misplaced and you feel mis-understood but
you realize that perception is reality
and you can be a prick at times

then you remember that you write, and all
this might fill that stupid blank space
that taunts
and you take that as a challenge and begin to let it spill.