Friday, January 30, 2009

Literary Importance

Sometimes, I wonder where the book lies,
You know, the one with all the truths,
The one with all the secrets

Is it covered in dust somewhere,
Or is it open to the right pair of eyes

I wonder why they picked it up,
That set of eyes,
Those seeking eyes,
Was it of curiosity,
Of understanding

Why weren’t you the one,
You have the book too, don’t you,
Why is it still there,
On your shelf,
aging like dead bones,
Right next to Shirley’s Guide to Home Cooking

It has the answer to your question,
You know, that one question,
The one you’ve pondered,
Since Mrs. Barnes second grade class,
The class with the multi-colored fish wallpaper,
And the Macintosh computers,
Where you played Oregon Trail

The answer is so close,
It's so simple,
But you won't find,
And you won't read it

Sometimes, I wonder where the book lies,
You know, the one with all the truths,
The one with all the secrets,
But then I remember,
We all have the book,
We need only to reach up and open it

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Beauty of Bliss

There was a boy sitting on the cracked asphalt
after buying ice cream from a man
who made less money than the beggar
across the street.

The boy's jean overalls were covered with indiscernible
items of old food, but it didn't come off as lazy.
It came off as cute.

I guess that's the difference between him and me.

He had on two different colored socks,
one sky blue and the other navy blue, (an obvious fashion statement)
but they weren't as noticeable as his shoes.
They were showing signs of the
boundless nights of tag and
hide and go seek that he had been playing
for the past couple years.

It made me jealous.

Not so jealous that I wanted to steal his shoes.
They lit up when he moved,
and that would be pretentious for an adult.

But jealous enough that I started to imagine how vicariously I would try to live through my son.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Tiny Little Marble

Welcome to A tiny little Cohenism.
A fleeting benevolence.
Here is his story...


Here I am, just a small insignificant creature on this massive spinning blue marble in space.
We call this planet earth.


Fin.