Contemplation
Meditation
Revery
Thoughts rattling around my brain
Bump into
Each other
Apologize profusely
Then go back
To looking at the ground
As though it were fascinating.

It’s suddenly dawned
On me
(remember I’m slow)
That people l love,
Love, and
Enjoy
Picking fights;
Are sad
And
Miserable.
Some are bigots
Yes
still.

I know, I know
My naïveté
Has once again
Gotten the better of me.
I am the lover
Turned fighter
And I hate it.

Gabriel Gale had it right.

I sip my manhattan
Waiting for friends
Letting the medicine
Work it’s magic.

My
Perceptions,
Anxieties
Emotions,
And
Regrets (just a few)
Slowly melt into one
And all I hear
Is
Jazz.

Thoughts like:
I enjoy a good potato chip
Rise to the forefront
Or
I should listen to more Miles
More Chet,
The Muppets,
And
Me.

All better options
Than
Those of
Vanity
And
Shame.

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