COWARDS AND COW HERDS

If there’s one thing

That has remained

One steadfast and

Virtually monolithic in presence

To my ever-increasing and precariously-occupied mind

It’s this dumb blog.

And for that

Right now

Right here

Sitting on an old tree stump in a backyard

Behind a house that isn't mine

And with a now-tired heart that moved on long ago

I type tiny letters into a tiny phone 

As windows of opportunities streak and 

Drone by

The braying of Teslas 

driven cacophonously by electronic sheep

It’s these dumb things

Defining me today

And in my not-so-distant future

That define me

My one 

And only thing left

Here

And now