Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Musings at the McDonald's

 Just a touch


Remembering the bygone days

Of hydro tubes

Neon lights

Neon tights

Remembering the bygone days 

Reaganomics 

Tron a big hit in the arcade

For like a day

Vancouver Worlds Fair 

Aquanet big wave hair

Silly string at the roller skate ring

Always wondering

If everything's so bright

Why don't I fit in 

Trucker hats

Flat tops

Mullets

Business up front

Party in the back of the truck

On the way to the kegger

Our age of innocence 

Marinated in blue flavored 

MD 20/20

A puke fueled wonderland 

Wasn't it grand

Sometimes I wonder why 

I am the way I am

I guess it's cus

I got just a touch

Of the Tism


Wander © 26 


Tragedies don't just happen all of a sudden, sometimes they are incrementally implemented over a long period of time. I spent a lot of years homeless, hungry and tired, sober and loaded. During my time on the streets I wrote a lot, five or six books worth of material, only to have it stolen. 

When a person is on the streets the only way to keep what you have is to always be on guard, to be vigilant. But even under the best of circumstances vigilance only lasts so long. I had dreams to be published in a real way, through a brick and mortar publication. I realize now that the last time my writing was stolen broke my heart.

I had been writing every day for over a year, closer to a year and a half...I had been clean and sober for that entire time. I had also been off the streets, sleeping in a bed, eating and bathing every day...I was fucking clean and fucking alive and on fucking fire with my writing.

From my time on the streets I got in the habit of always having a backpack, with the basic shit I needed, as well as all the writing I was working on, handwritten in pen in notepads.

One night my girlfriend invited me to go to the beach to look at the glowing waves, it was fucking amazing! We parked at Buccaneer Park in Oceanside California. While watching the waves someone broke the windows out of her van and the only thing they stole was my backpack with all of my writing in it.

It fucking broke me. I haven't really recovered from it...

Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Gratitude

 Today I am going to sit in gratitude. 

All these aches

And pains

Are fundamentally a part of me

Soul deep

I've earned every single one 

Each one taken by itself 

Not heavy

But when stacked

Pain upon pain upon pain

The weight becomes great

Great enough to need to be counterbalanced 

By joy

Not grief


Wander ©26