It’s Life Jim But Not As We Know It

Yes it is life, but not as I knew it
It’s the same life, but now I get to feel it
It doesn’t always feel that good

It’s the same shit, but it is a different day
Each day is new again and I get to choose
A day at a time, no more, no less

But I don’t get to have my cake and eat it too
Instead I get to sell my dreams, but not even as I wanted them.

Yes that’s life Jim, though not as we know it now.
Not what we owe it, or what it owes us.
Let it go he said, but what’s in it for him?

No I don’t want it back all battered and used
With something dark and troubled under the hood
It’s a piece of shit to me now
Someone who had no clue
Trashed it like a worthless heap of junk
Just when I was so grateful

Fuck you.


He asserts his power over those around him through fear. He’s like a dog that bites. I can’t change him, it’s just who he is. And I don’t want to get bit.

He’s out there now, having a deep interaction with the kitchen pantry. But I’ll never side with you against him. These kids have been waking me in the night since before they were born. Anything from this point on is a blessing. And I will never be mad at him for existing too loudly.

For there may come a day when he is no longer here. And I will miss the nocturnal rumblings, and the half-light of the TV screen in the night, and a tired half-boy outstretched across no less than three chairs.