Stupid

 

Do you ever find

That some days

You just have to

Get away from it all,

Sometimes some people

Are so stupid

They make a moron

Look like Einstein,

Like the assholes

Who insist on riding

Their bicycles on the sidewalks

Because the road is too dangerous,

What about the pedestrians you clowns,

Or the fools who let their dogs shit

Everywhere except at home,

Or the dumb ass who pops

Up every moon change

Like a gopher on drugs,

Do you ever find

That some days ……

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:30 PM May 26, 2014

A Moment

In a moment’s break

From craziness,

From busyness,

In that rare moment

That saves your sanity,

In that moment

I remembered the

Time you touched me,

Isn’t it wild and gorgeous

How a moment,

How a memory,

How a touch,

Can blast you

Into happiness.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:29 PM May 22, 2014

Manuals And Vortexes

The conversation

Was interesting, revealing,

Those who had bought

Into a package

With a manual, the book

That explained the past,

The present, the future,

Were comfortable with what

They were led to believe,

The rest of us

Still stuck in the vortex

Of thinking, wondering,

Trying to makes heads or tails

Of it all,

Were not as complacent.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:09 AM May 19, 2014

Ho Hum

There were no

Second looks

Silent oohs and aahs

As the Hells Angels

And other bikers roared

Through in six pack formation

On their way to the Harbourview Inn,

I suppose that’s

Society’s statement,

We have become complacent

With gangs, thugs and crooks

From government, church, industry

And on down,

Hell look at our

Relax time entertainment,

We munch popcorn and potato chips

As we unwind with unimaginable

Atrocities .

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

1:29 PM May 18, 2014

Driving In

 

A piece of

The full moon

Still hanging in

The early, early

Morning sun,

A cat stalking

A bird,

Some asshole

Swerving over

The center line

Trying to hit

A duck and her

Ducklings,

A group of

Flabby tourists

On a let’s get fit run,

A skinny woman

Struggling on her bike,

A homeless guy

Or is he a drunk

Tiptoeing out

Of the graveyard.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:18 AM May 18, 2014