Day: November 14, 2014

All The Possibilities Of Nothing Exceptional

Of all the things to do

A haze engulfs me

Making a decision difficult

boredom is a problem for those

Who lead, for the most part, solitary lives

This is how the men end up, end up

Ass in the air, pants around their ankles

Tonight this old city burns

Screams fill the hills and airs

For miles and miles

I can sit here silently

I can just watch it all

Take it all in

Then with all the possibilities of nothing exceptional

I’ll grab another beer

Head home

And call it a night

A very non-exceptional night

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


I sit and I sit

We aren’t going anywhere

Too many people

Too many cars

This leads way to wandering thoughts

Grocery lists

To-do lists

Phone calls to make

Bills, which still need to be paid

My car needs gas

What’s the price of gas?

How long could I sit here

Why is my current destination, even important

So many questions

So little answers

I toy with the radio

Talk radio

The great time waster

Blah, blah, blah

I can hear the talking, but can’t take it in

I’m consumed with boredom

And I sit here

In this stop-n-go lifestyle

Which numbs me to the bone

I work thoughts, about what else I could be doing

I could be on a beach

Or taking a quiet nap in my hammock

But these thoughts just cause a frown

For now

I sit and I sit

Not going anywhere

Too many people

Too many cars

© Dicky J Loweman 2014