WordFlyer Ramblings

Man in oversized green sports coat over a vintage graphic tee

Sweat pants

Wide brimmed hat—might have had a Stetson label on it at some point.

Might have been a hipster

If it wasn’t obvious that he had nearly everything he owned right there with him

In his red messenger bag.

A proud man, his shoulders are wide and pulled back.

But he’s not too proud.

He walks by, stops, stoops.

And his hands sift through the sand looking for a diamond in the rough,

A diamond of paper and nicotene.

It’s all carbon, but coal and not diamond,

Carcinogens all the same.

Can’t worry about the future when today stares you square and mocks.

Still,

There’s nothing but the butts;

He’d kiss a stranger if they weren’t just a butt.

He don’t need nobody.

But maybe he wants somebody.

—Joshua S. Murray, (C) 2010

I bought a Steinbeck box set…. but I wonder which order I shall read them in. Suggestions?

Set includes: 

The Grapes of Wrath, Of Mice and Men, East of Eden, The Pearl, Cannery Row, Travels With Charley, In Search of America 

I feel like I’m not supposed to be worried about you or any of this other stuff, but I kind of am. Yeah, it’s probably pretty silly. Rubbish, garbage, but you’re my friend and regardless of whether you’ve ever felt you could talk to me or not, you could. There’s enough judgments out there to be made by other people. That’s not what I’m here for.

But if you’re broken and want to put the pieces back together, I’ll hold them in place for you while you find the glue. I don’t need to judge you and your decisions aren’t going to offend me and my self-righteousness. If I start to seam that way, just know I’m an idiot too, but I got your back. 

Sing your song, friend. Don’t worry about the radio play… just sing your heart out.