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Summer Rain

When I was single in New York, I loved it. I had already decided I would be ok being single for the rest of my life and could even live happily that way. But there were some nights that were out-of-the-blue brutal, especially in the summer, where I was like “Fuuuuuuu…. I just wish I had someone right now.” That was when I wrote out this poem, line by line, and unlike my usual writing style, left it unedited. I wanted to honor it for what it was: an outpouring of emotion, in written form.

Peaches on the table
Clothes on the floor
A tippy-tap at the window
And no one at the door.

A continual burning
Of a candlelit flame
And the warmth of your body
Amidst the cool summer rain.

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four 4 leaf clover

It’s okay to be frustrated,
But don’t you despair.
It’s too late to give up when
You’re over halfway there.

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Duplicitous Snake

snake trail in red sand

I tried to be friendly
Though you were hostile.
When I confronted you
You swore denial.

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white gloves

You are not in control.
There are invisible hands
behind the scenes
pulling the strings
that move the world.

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A cracked egg

Financial stress, relationship stress,
Work stress, family stress,
Social distress, life’s a mess.
But you’re going to keep it together.

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Goldfish bowl

Have you amazed at many scenes
Of old and past, of things routine?

Like when you’ve made four turns toward right
To gaze at naught with much delight?
Or, one leg fixed, exclaimed “How pretty!”
From whirling thus a full three-sixty?
Or raked with eyes ’til you have captured
Your very own house and been enraptured?
So thought you were alone in this,
But such is life to golden fish.

–A. T. Bui

Zombies. Always eating the same food (brains). Working the same job (stalking the living). Hanging out with the same people at the same place (fellow zombies at the graveyard).

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Endless cubicles!

Overslept
So tired
If late
Get fired
Why bother?
Why the pain?
Just go home
Do it again
–Norman B. Colp

The above is printed on the ceiling of the Times Square subway station in New York City.

A quick caveat: I like my job, I do. And I do think making money is not only necessary, but also fairly enjoyable. It allows me to buy nice things and fund my many (mis)adventures. But let’s face it. There are times when Work. Just. Sucks. Big time!

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