I Shouldn’t Rock the Boat

Sometimes I think about the poems

that I really want to post but can’t.

Instead, I save them in a file

on my computer waiting

for the right time

when they will truly be appreciated.

They could be truly amazing,

and highly successful, but…

I have to hold back.

Sometimes making waves in the world

can lead to many good things

but this is just one time where

I shouldn’t rock the boat.

 

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Can’t Make This Shit Up

As I watched the water in the vortex ripple,

I saw a young woman suck a fat man’s nipple.

 

 

*This is a true story from work on Saturday. Sometimes being a lifeguard is rough*

Obvious

It’s hard to act like

I have my life together

I obviously don’t.

 

It’s hard to act like

I’m organized and on top of things.

I’m obviously not.

 

It’s hard to act like

My workload isn’t stressing me out.

It obviously is.

 

It’s hard to act like

I’m conquering life.

I’m obviously not.

 

It’s hard to act like

the simplest things don’t cause a breakdown.

They obviously do.

 

It’s hard to act like

things are going to get better.

It’s not so obvious.

Lifeguard Problems

Oh look.

The kids are running

…again.

And that one

Over by the stairs

Seems to think he’s Michael Phelps.

He’s not.

He’s 5 years old

And not a parent in sight.

The boys over there

Have made a new game.

It appears the only rule

is to annoy me.

Fantastic.

The girl over there

Is eating on the pool deck.

Nothing I love more

Than cleaning up soggy teddy grams

Before I can leave.

Oh and “Mr. Phelps” decided

To test the waters.

He can’t touch.

Looks like I’m going in.

Saved his life.

Spend next 10 minutes

Locating mom for paperwork.

She is bitching me out.

For saving her son.

“He can swim,” she says.

Apparently not.

I leave it to the manager.

It’s time for my break.

A girl just puked.

In the pool.

Now I’m cleaning.

This is gross.

This is terrible.

Is it August yet?