The Journey

I fell apart into
A thousand pieces
Twenty years ago
And it’s taken almost that long to
Sew myself back together.

Piece by piece

Part by part

Brainwaves being rerouted
Into their proper places and
Neurons being soothed into
A serene state of being through

Diet and
An honest job.

It’s been a
Monumental task
That exhibits how
Self improvement is
An endeavor worth pursuing
For even the most flawed
Human being.


I got my first covid vaccination
A few weeks ago,

And I feel…


For a year now I’ve dodged that
Virus through mask wearing
And hand washing.

I’ve been coughed and sneezed
On at work countless times by
Careless individuals,

But alas luck and science
Have triumphed and I now
Live my life
Undamaged by the

Other than a rather
Boring year spent on

The Surge

Delivering food during Covid
As a courier
I saw a lot of ambulances

Behind their metallic walls
Covid patients were
Gasping for breathe

It makes you realize how
Cruel and uneven
The world is

A disease that
Targets the elderly and

And leaves the young
And healthy untouched.

I’m still in my forties
And have taken to task
The job of delivering food
To those
Who dare not step outside.

I go from place to place
Watching the destruction
Around me;

Sirens blaring
People scared
Driving here
Driving there
Picking up food
Delivering it to empty


Political Tidbit

I’ve been called a Commie
But the truth is that
I think of myself as
A Henry David Thoreau

The idea that
Equality and justice
Can be achieved solely
Through the redistribution
Of wealth,

Is a farce
In my opinion.

The reason being that
Most poverty
Exists outside of the
Human Eye,

Inside the immaterial

Health and
Poverty can be

More hellish
Than you
Can imagine.

It Is What It Is

I hate the words
And everything else
That the DSM has devised.

Sometimes I think I would have been
Better off never having received a
At all.

The stigma of a
Mental Health diagnosis
Has been daunting
And demoralizing.

I would have preferred that the
Wrote down a list of symptoms
And problems that I have been
Struggling with
Then decided to tackle them each
One by one.

I’ve known a lot of people with
Mental Illness
And every single one
Of them is different.

People are unique and
No label
The doctors stick on you can
Accurately describe the
Infinitely complex nature of the
Human mind.

It is what it is.
Don’t forget that.


It’s February 2021 and
I just opened the newspaper
And read that damn near a
Third of the country is
Suffering from depression and
I haven’t had contact
With mental health services for
A while,
But I couldn’t help think
That all those budget cuts
To services have
Finally bit America in the
I wonder if all those Darwinist shrinks and
Case managers are still
Blaming their new clients illness on
Rather than the pandemic,
You know what they say about
Old habits…
I had a shrink tell me
Something of this nature
A while back,
That my genetic makeup
I still think about that
Guy every
Now and then,
I picture him now
Hunkered away
With piles of money and
Too chickenshit to
Leave his house.
Brings a smile
To my face
What good is
All that money when
You can’t enjoy it…

Breaking Free

When I worked at a
Mental Health facility
As a Recovery Specialist
I couldn’t help but notice how
Sane some of the intakes

I don’t think a lot of them realized
How “crazy” your average asshole
On the street is.

I meet people everyday
More inept
Than half the people at that

Some of them belonged there
But others would have done
Better elsewhere.

I left years ago
And it’s been mostly
Smiles ever since.

The Selfish Poet

I am no MLK or Gandhi
Or leader or saint.

I am no model of
Chivalry or virtue,

And I am definitely
Not a therapist
Or harbinger of

For me is a
Selfish endeavor.

I do it because I
Love it
And because
I am addicted to it.

If my words have brought
You comfort or hope
Then I am happy for you…
But I do it
For myself.

I am in love with
The attention
The fame
The adoration
The power of persuasion
The power of expression
The power of manipulation

If you are looking for
Moral leadership
Then you best look

But be wary
Most of the self described
“Do-Gooders” and “Saints”
I’ve met
Are actually wolves in
Sheep’s clothing

Roll the Dice

I’m sitting in a crowded coffee shop
Filled with college students
Who don’t give a damn
About this pandemic
And I can almost touch the Covid
In the air.

After a year of distancing and
Driving myself insane through
Self isolation I decided to
Live life again
Write poetry and

Let God decide
The rest.