bad days


Sometimes I think my life can be summed up in one word:


A complete and chaotic and unpleasant situation

At least that’s how it sometimes feels

I’m heading in the wrong direction

Walking head-up,

Facing the wind, facing the rain


And all the glorious problems, Which so willfully follow,

Close behind

Take right now, for example

I’m stuck on a bus

Which has broken down

On my way to Olympia Heights

I’m not too sure what the problem is,

But it’s taken out the A/C, along with my ride

I sit next to a fat man, who seems not the least bit worried

No, place to be, I guess

On his shirt it says


What a life

And the letters keep coming to me,

Asking me why I’m down

Asking if I’m ok

I could write them all back

But all those return letters

Could be summed up in one vile,

Uncaring and ugly word:


© Dicky J Loweman 2015