I had to look it up. Jejune means devoid of significance and dull. Its many synonyms include stodgy, insipid, vapid, banal, and boring.
Jerkoff
I don’t care
what you think
about
long dead
bukowski.
I read/re-read
(either way)
his non-stuffy
prose or poems.
why do I care?
he’s not jejune.
his paradigm
or mine?
Look both ways for truth and reality.
Mind your gaps but admit not your secret pleasures.
Whispering Cuts
Lost in a familiar sea of grave reality, my dysfunctional heart not yet surrendered, something of which none are certain. Worry descended like a pall over my will. Sadness has taken control of my soul. Well-intentioned, high-riding key influencers are wheedling me into their delusional corner. Life, lies, and what matters: shut down before I hit the ground. I ponder death, or better, conceivably, never to have been born at all.
Look both ways, but in the end, it is just the end.
Nothing more.
Mind the gaps of life’s traps.
Sometimes it’s your fault. Sometimes it’s not.
The League
I’m their biggest threat,
unaffected by effects of deceptive hype,
bored by hyperbole’s clichés,
mine is no mere apathetic pity.
Their heroes hawk pizza, encourage foolishness,
and elect incoherent babblers as leaders,
roles for which mad dogs are better suited.
Look both ways in the entertainment world.
Mind the gaps in celebrity mentality, or the absence thereof.
So, Tell Me
I want to know you. The real, secret you.
I want to read your mind’s script.
Show me your play list. Who do you love?
What about friends? What’s your deal?
I want to know what you do in private
and tell no one. What was your childhood like?
When did you decide to be you?
Who do you hate? What was
your relationship with your parents?
Do you swear? Ever been sexually molested?
How many sex partners do you have?
Tell me your favorite everything.
I’d ask you what you think of me,
but that’s none of my business.
Look both ways at people.
It’s okay to wonder and to imagine.
But mind the gaps.
Not everything makes sense or is what you expect it to be.
Dear Danny,
Here’s the thing, man.
It probably seems pathetically preposterous
to a person such as your profoundly proud self,
but at least pretend to listen.
Don’t worry.
I understand.
You cannot validate me.
You are not me, nor I you.
You’re right about that part.
but I’m more you than you’d think,
in a darkly nonspecific way.
See how silly and sad that is?
You despise me for breathing
——- and for being right.
Look both ways as you try to understand people.
All the same, yet different.
Mind the gaps to help keep communication civil.
Insightful Prudence
“I know what you do not believe,”
she said, then asked of me,
“but what are the things
you do believe?”
There are degrees to tenets,
woven into minds and bodies,
affecting life from
existence to death, and for some,
beyond.
Beliefs imbued tinge deeply
whereas doubts draw judgment
and castigation. Rational perception
threatens others.
Do not ask. Watch me.
Look both ways when using reasoned thought.
Mind the gaps for hidden traps.
Maniacal Mordancy
How does it happen?
Love never dies.
It changes,
and perhaps it fades and dwindles
away. That’s life.
But when it is replaced
by acrimony,
what happened?
Was it greed, lies, cheating,
unfaithfulness, or disloyalty?
Did it happen suddenly
or was it a gradual cancerous growth?
When does letting go
cease to be an option?
Look both ways to see the mystery of human nature.
Mind the gaps for secrets and hidden bones of historical scandal.
Who sent out these wedding invitations?
Absurd Salt
Nothing is forever,
yet, the only thing that can never really be
is exactly nothing, that which never was,
and we can never really see.
We are here—together
only for a moment.
Then, the moment’s gone—forever!
Never to be again.
Everything
changes.
Our world is what was not before
and what will never be again.
We cannot capture time’s illusion.
There is no perpetual, everlasting life.
There is only this brief fleeting moment,
good or bad as life’s delusion would have it.
Look both ways all you want, but here and now, fear Sartre’s authentic freedom.
Mind the gaps for answers, but there is no objective truth.
A Lone Memory
Her face
an engraved
memory,
the cold winter night,
her aroma,
her taste,
her soft skin,
he felt
sixteen,
still in love,
again.
Look both ways, but today’s memories were conceived long ago.
Mind the gaps to be filled with feelings of love and pleasure.
Bygones
He didn’t marvel at that momentous moment.
After many years, she had become sanctimonious.
It wasn’t the stupendous vision he hoped for. It was horrendous, not tremendous,
seeing her now as portentous.
Look both ways but the past was then, this is now.
Find and mind the gaps for hidden reasons for change.
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