Lately, I’ve been thinking of cliches.
The significance of small things.
My right eye twitching in the morning.
The excitement a new toaster brings,
& the smell of Boston’s musky streets.
The world is a sad place, and I think about that a lot.
It’s why I stopped writing as much,
Part because the only thing I can write about is the ache,
And that gets old.
Part because there is already too much sadness in this world
And I don’t want to add more baggage.
On my walk home this evening,
The homeless man with a broken leg asked for cereal,
When I expected “Mexican”, “spare cash”, or even “a cigarette”.
But these luxuries we take for for granted,
And the so-called unfortunate value what we happen to overlook.