2026-05

letting the old week and the new month spin about
letting the dying week bend into the weekend
melting the old clocks and burning the timekeepers
holding tight to any spare time that we should get

nodding off lightly to the rumble on the screen
watching last night's last shot fall straight into the net
bringing back winning ways from seven years ago
knowing that we can bring back almost anything

wearing a black windbreaker and pants with white stripes
bending the knees with a beer flask on the hard ground
listening to the deafening stillness at home
looking forward to when the east will rise again

taking many things to even stiller networks
wanting only the truth but still not getting it
watching all the things they do not want me to watch
singing all the songs they do not want me to sing

needing to right the old ship as of this quick month
getting things ready to give up on this old home
shifting things about and throwing things out again
working on so many kinds of things all at once

keeping in mind to take a breather now and then
going back to the long grind in two more short days
looking forward to the time when the sale goes through
hoping for the best and readying for the worst

wanting many things to come to an end quickly
wanting to live with less and not follow the trends
writing books with open-ended outlined mindsets
shouting only these lines from much stiller networks

hoping to brush the walls with wet coats of tiver
brushing walls like casting spells if one knows the roots
hurrying to get the work done before the game
getting to the match on time for a winning day

running out of fun things to write never happens
keeping on keeping on even when no one reads
choosing to stick with the roots and not to give up
choosing not to take the lesser of two evils

wishing for a much more straightforward kind of life
knowing the happy life has to come from within
writing high end lines and finding my own high ends
wondering if these short lines could have made great tweets

looking back at some of the most unlikely days
stepping out of a window onto a rooftop
seeing two shows in two nights outside my homeland
meeting up with quirky online friends at the time

bringing out a cake seven years ago today
knowing well that it would be her last mother's day
making that day go well enough to keep in mind
seeing that ball bounce four times on the rim to win

having teachers that sparked me to like outlined craft
liking the clean outlined craft from yore and today
seeing the flowery kinds of craft as "too much"
shifting eyes towards the straight and black-and-white shapes

putting forward an outlined work known as "black star"
showing the might of the sight and tug of the oils
telling us not one thing but many things at once
telling us about life, death and stuff in between

finding those who "feel so bored" do it to themselves
telling them that they need to tilt their minds and see
telling them to see the hidden depths and zoom in
letting them know that there lies so much right ahead

looking out for no one to understand these lines
knowing they will likely never see their weird weaves
hoping however for them to see the word roots
seeing how all these words now come from one lone root

finding names sprayed all over the walls an eyesore
wondering what these lowlifes need to keep things clean
sharing none of their outlooks on their bullshit "craft"
becoming more mouthy in the hot days to come

fulfilling goals of making the walls new again
shifting things out of the old lonely home for one
hoping to end this all with my own holiday
choosing not to take heed of the loud fireworks

slapping the heads of those who feel like "killing" time
sweating hard to make each bit of time mean something
finding later that they see nothing anyway
going back to those thoughts of naught and nothingness

blasting some hard scraping songs from the dark cellar
wishing the band won the game of songs last weekend
hearing the words "next to me" or the "end of me"
hoping for more folksy beats in the years to come

getting some more work done with a home to sell soon
wondering if this home will sell in times like these
cleaning, packing, ranking, shifting, loading, driving
uprooting myself from this borough forever

choosing no longer to be a man of big towns
liking no longer the trendy crowds of the loud
walking out of crowds after hitting middle years
sitting like a lone bear who stares at the wide sky

making this weekend day to sleep in like a bear
yawning as the sun comes in to make me rise up
taking a few hours merely to eat a breakfast
having more time only makes one even slower

feeling as though we had breakfast not long ago
feeling like we rang in the new year yesterday
feeling as though we went to school not long ago
feeling like life began out of nowhere right now

shaping the lines to make them look more "together"
shaping the lines into a hardened stone groundwork
choosing yet not to follow the often-seen shapes
choosing yet to make my own ways and means in life

seeing the light at the end of the underway
going through a fortnight without even one like
choosing not to care about the hearts in the end
letting go of things that meant a lot years ago

fulfilling the goals of a month filled with digging
making things tidy and new takes a lot of time
telling all never to deem deeds as quick and light
finding one's way out takes longer than one would think

packing up the last things from the old one-room home
leaving only a bed and a board with two seats
having only enough to sleep here for some nights
hoping to swap this with another way to trade

seeing life has become much like a house of games
putting gold in and hoping it will give back more
seeing life has become much like an old schoolhouse
learning this and that yet still feeling kind of dumb

seeing life has become much like the old workhouse
having groups of men and women shift here and there
seeing life has become much like a moon-sick dream
having things all happy and sad all in one go

ending this warmer month on a higher standing
throwing out a lot of old scattered leftovers
smoothing all things out for the coming summer months
running towards the setting of the evening sun