Trying to make sense of what occured Those involved are dead No one alive to blame The anger transferred The families now turned to the bar Looking for answers Asking how Why were they let in the car Bizarre Trying to sue Is it the loss of life Or the potential gain That motivates you Such a wretched thing Money Blame Hate Oh what death may bring #poetry

The rain gently tapping the ground Dimly lit streets A crisp autumn breeze That watery clicking sound Fate abound A lush flush staggering out of his shoes Alcohol swishing in his belly Not picking up the tele Mind swirling floating in booze A ride he shouldn't have refused The colors magnificently blurring Light bending in all directions Seeing double reflections As fate is stirring Engines whirring revving - in spite Screeching tires The thought of tomorrow now becomes a liar Souls severing ending an endeavouring night #poetry

My father's solace and comfort has always been in food Faced with mortality again Realizing that life is coming to an end He invites me out to lunch I'm busy reading and preparing for work I don't want to go out Although I know what it's all about I just postpone This may sadden him more He'll never confess But nonetheless I just want to live my life It's not glamous nor glorious Humble as I stumble I just want less drama Not everything is deeply profound I don't need to look for meaning Not every event requires a meeting It is what it is Perhaps later I can wonder and ponder Reflect on the somber But for now just let me be #poetry

### A spiral notebook **By Ted Kooser** The bright wire rules like a porpoise in and out of the calm blue sea of the cover or perhaps like a sleeper twisting in and out of his dreams for it could hold a record of dreams if you wanted to buy it for that though it seems to be meant for more serious work with its College ruled lines and its cover that states in empathetic white letters five subject notebook it seems a part of growing old is no longer to have five subjects each demanding an equal share of attention set apart by Brown cardboard dividers but instead to stand in a drugstore and hang on to one subject a little too long like this notebook you way in your hands passing your fingers over its surfaces as if it were some kind of wonder ### What's in my journal **By William Stafford** Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand. But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable. Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous discards. Spackle for knickknacks, and for Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautiful. Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind that takes genius. Chasms in character. Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above a new grave. Pages you know exist but you can't find them. Someone's terribly inevitable life story, maybe mine.

I thought of my uncle, the one who is deceased, just yesterday. I was remembering how much closer we were and every time he came to see me he brought me bubblegum. It was because of this I actually called him uncle bubblegum. There was no ill will behind the separation... Time just does that. My other uncle is in the hospital, presumably with cancer, at least that's what they're saying. I had to reach out to my cousins, whom I haven't spoken to in many years, and leave messages for them to inform my other other uncle. One reached back out. There seems to be tension still. I don't know what caused it. But I do know that they talk much about family. My cousin even runs his business on the motto that he borrowed from Olive garden, larping as a mafia of sorts. Willing to treat strangers like family and family like strangers. I got tired of reaching out only to receive a cold response. Something that slowly developed over many years. I just hope it wasn't about politics. Seems as though that's the likely culprit, however. We all used to be very close and loving. Now we're scattered and distant. I suppose I should feel bad about it. But I don't.

Before I went to sleep I was thinking about making a note of this road raging bafoon I encountered the other day I didn't think about it after the incident occurred Until last night I think the only reason it was weighing so heavily on my mind was because it's a perfect example of the state of affairs A man driving too closely to my vehicle was distracted with his phone and trying to speed He was so distracted he almost didn't see the break lights as I was slowing down In that moment One failed But there's two other lights One of them being higher up in the window For those who ride too closely In a fit of rage and panic he starts shouting YOU FUCKING RETARD Threatening violence against the passengers of my vehicle As I start to turn onto the side street Oh? is it I who is the retard? Perhaps you should pay attention He proceeds to yell obscenities And stop his vehicle Quite literally in the middle of the road Then he begins to start to back up into traffic heading towards him - almost causing an accident Certainly causing a scene I'm perplexed Who is the real retard here This is what people are now Distracted Disconnected Angry Never seeing fault in their own actions Blame is never to be placed on oneself All problems are external Barbaric Idiotic Completely boggles the mind

My uncle died in a car accident this morning How... Ironic.

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It's a good place to be to be mostly unnoticed That's a plus

There's just so much spam here

C'est la vie

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