A.G.E's Joint

 They say there is safety in numbers Not anymore Crowds press in Gobbling air. Leaving me  Spellbound At the noise.

  Very superstitious They tell you to forgo pleasure In this life For the Pie in the Sky Made of fluffy clouds In the next.

Bags are packed Almost No blood No alibi No wrong turns On long and winding roads With strange store clerks  And palm trees Two thousand miles from home. It won't be the long way home. 

"Starbucks.  The art of socializing alone." Jared said out loud. Eyes slid his way and then back to what they were doing. He didn't care anymore what these rude people thought.  Shifting in the soft leather chair, he   looked  on the darkening sidewalk.  Was she coming? The eyes lost some focus.  New York wasn't Birmingham, for sure. He wondered why he'd left it behind. Oh, the job with ad agency was alright and it was kind of cool to have a bunch of stuff in walking distance. But people here were more interested in climbing the ladder and chasing money stacks than socializing. They tended to scatter like rats when the illusion was interrupted. Energy wasted in Jared's opinion.  You can't take it with you. There few people at the office he felt comfortable with. Melanie was one of them. The thought of her red curls and crinkly eyes make him feel a little warmer. He really didn't know her that well. But she was friendly and that served her well as ...

A September day. So long ago Time stood still World changed before our eyes Violent rape of our souls And the blaming still goes on Who won? No one. Not even the ashes are left As the fire is in their pit now They want to give it back In the endless struggle for power, We all are burned.

Oblivious To the obvious Red elephant In the room Twenty foot tall Ignoring it You just plug in To your world An opportunity missed Because it's strange The Ramones you  Would rather hear This time won't  Come again Learn now To accept it all.