Nostalgia and Regrets

I regret almost nothing I did and only a quarter of what I didn't.

I was a traitor to the immortality of youth.

I failed to comprehend the true pathos of sex.

I drove too fast in cars alone.

I learned to dance too young and forgot how till I was too old.

I rebelled against the wrong people.

I drank puzzling beers on rainy days while women waited somewhere.

I never found out where.

Punkmuter

She was an aging punk rocker sitting next to me on the train

Orange hair spiked not out of rebellion or nostalgia but mere routine

Doc Martin boots made before they were hip

Leather and denim worn and comfortable

Her ginger perfume betrayed her rough exterior

She frowned at the words Mr. Grisham had written at her.

If I asked her what her favorite Bad Brains song was we could be friends

But that's not allowed.

I'm a man and she's a woman and if we aren't going to have sex we aren't supposed to be friends

Storm

Sheets of rain

Pillows of clouds

Alarming thunder

The monkey demon wakes

He hurtles to the ground

enters through your wall

and explodes in a crack of light and ozone

then is gone

You were spared

forgiven, pardoned

Lay down

Go to sleep