Possibilities

I prefer movies.

I prefer dogs.

I prefer On Being Blue.

I prefer to share one secret over a bushel of truths.

I prefer downtowns.

I prefer the company of just one other.

I prefer cheesy organ fills and Fender Rhodes riffs.

I prefer pulling the plug on what no longer serves.

I prefer Tri X to Kodachrome.

I prefer what works without knowing why.

I prefer never having to ask or to answer why.

I prefer replacing things, knowing that all beings are irreplaceable.

I prefer the conviction of guilty pleasures.

I prefer ambivalence and not knowing.

I prefer the tarot to the news.

I prefer living in vertical time. 

I prefer donuts to dollars.

I prefer visiting the dead in my dreams.

I prefer curves and shadows.

I prefer big eyed beans from Venus to black eyed peas.

I prefer intentionality.

I prefer one true note over a symphony.

I prefer The world is all that is the case to It’s all good.

I prefer kindness to crazy wisdom.

I prefer scribbling to chattering.

I prefer noir in all its manifestations.

I prefer stillness and silence.

I prefer fountain pens.

I prefer sacred mornings, scheduled afternoons, and anticipatory nights.

I prefer being at home.

I prefer getting got, with being appreciated a close second.

I prefer the road to the destination.

I prefer the inscrutable calculus of being and doing.

I prefer the source of all sadness.

I prefer the idea of children, and their absence.

I prefer synchronicity and serendipity as portals to the Divine.

I prefer “Close the door and the light stays on.”

I prefer a cocktail of passion and equanimity.

I prefer preference to soul.

I prefer the magnificent illusion of the moon.

I prefer rooting for the underdog, while enjoying a healthy relationship to chance.

I prefer all that is gained through accumulating years.

I prefer levity and gravitas walking hand in hand.

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* This poem is inspired by the popular poem “Possibilities” which was written by the Nobel Prize winning Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska. The poem explains the nature of mankind that every human is different, and so are their preferences. Therefore, one should not try to follow the prevailing trends. Instead, they should create a difference in life, tracking their distinct yet exciting choices.
I invite you to write your own “Possibilities.”
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Saturday Night

Highballing through the bubble wazoo
Sustained by a diet of excuses and apologies
This next breath an exorcism
Beyond the tyranny of compare and contrast
Black ants always fly together
Getting only so far with a shit-eating grin

Highballing through the bubble wazoo  
Sustained by a diet of excuses and apologies
This next breath an exorcism
Beyond the tyranny of compare and contrast 

Sustained by a diet of excuses and apologies
Black ants always fly together  
Beyond the tyranny of compare and contrast 
Getting only so far with a shit-eating grin

Black ants always fly together 
This next breath an exorcism 
Getting only so far with a shit-eating grin 
Highballing through the bubble wazoo

Hopes and Other Misses

The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security
Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation
Hope never leaves you alone
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread

The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security  
Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly 
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation

Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Hope never leaves you alone  
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread 

Hope never leaves you alone
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly 
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread 
The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security

Canine Precocity

In the fine art of dog play
Below the waist has its own set of values
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond
Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life

In the fine art of dog play
Below the waist has its own set of values
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond 

Below the waist has its own set of values
Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge  
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life 

Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge 
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks 
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life
In the fine art of dog play

Some Damn Thing

I like to make things that hold your attention for awhile
Turbulent romanticism wears like a little black dress in a hurricane
A sense of absurdity, improvised and genuine 
That surrealistic pose confronting the vicissitudes of some damn thing
Frenetic breathing of passion and caprice
Multiple possibilities for self-differentiation

I like to make things that hold your attention for awhile
Turbulent romanticism wears like a little black dress in a hurricane
A sense of absurdity, improvised and genuine
That surrealistic pose confronting the vicissitudes of some damn thing  

Turbulent romanticism wears like a little black dress in a hurricane
Frenetic breathing of passion and caprice
That surrealistic pose confronting the vicissitudes of some damn thing 
Multiple possibilities for self-differentiation 

Frenetic breathing of passion and caprice 
A sense of absurdity, improvised and genuine
Multiple possibilities for self-differentiation 
I like to make things that hold your attention for awhile.

Beat

My mind is a pocketful of loose change
Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,
Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump

My mind is a pocketful of loose change
Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,

Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies  
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump

Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump
My mind is a pocketful of loose change

In & Out

Garbage in, garbage out - Common knowledge
If you push something hard enough, it will fall over — Fudd's First Law of Opposition 
It’s like having bees live in your head
So many variables creating a chaotic, indecipherable mess
Sometimes I amaze myself, and other times I can’t remember what day it is
In a cow pasture watch where you step.


Garbage in, garbage out - Common knowledge
If you push something hard enough, it will fall over — Fudd's First Law of Opposition 
It’s like having bees live in your head
So many variables creating a chaotic, indecipherable mess.  

If you push something hard enough, it will fall over — Fudd's First Law of Opposition
Sometimes I amaze myself, and other times I can’t remember what day it is  
So many variables creating a chaotic, indecipherable mess 
In a cow pasture watch where you step 

Sometimes I amaze myself, and other times I can’t remember what day it is 
It’s like having bees live in your head 
In a cow pasture watch where you step 
Garbage in, garbage out - Common knowledge

Counterclockwise

Investigation of the utterly inscrutable 
Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture?
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence
You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being

Investigation of the utterly inscrutable 
Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture?
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence

Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence 
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being

You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture? 
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being
Investigation of the utterly inscrutable