Cynicism in the rain

The woman in the yellow sundress
walked down the street in her bare feet.
It was pouring rain
She carried her Lowe’s shopping bag
The middle of the street her path.

Sadly, no one stopped and offered a ride
not that I am any better
I locked my car door
Fear of a deranged maniac rushing over
I mean what else could she be?

A mother
A daughter
A sister
Someone looking for kindness
Or more simply a person

How cold our reality is
Distress is ignored
Money revered
Safety prized but never offered

Routine

An elusive beast
Begging at your banquet
salivating at the feast

Grasping, stretching, panting
Like the promised land
Moaning, shaking, wanting

Left once before
Becomes a hard
Thing to find forever more

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Right now I am struggling with my groove. I have been sick for the better part of the last month. It was a cold that did not want to end. It set back the comic blog and it has been hard to find the time to do everything I want to do.

However, at the same time, I have a creative desire, impulsive as always again. Hopefully I can keep it moving.

So Be It...

I'm bored
Sitting on my stool
Listing things on ebay
dealing with crazies

Someone should come
Give something exciting to do
After all it is my birthday
How about a couple of hot ladies

I'll just sit here
Typing away
Watching people walk by
listen to music from the eighties

Whistling my sad little tune
Huddled in my little corner
My stomach feels nigh
like I should be puking my maties

Another day gone
the balding on the back of my head
Shows another year gone by
Alas, I liked the attention of ladies