My Friends are always Drunk

I have been quite busy and frantic this morning. Living life to the absolute fullest and richest. I enjoyed a refined breakfast of steak and eggs. The steak proved to be very nourishing and enriching to my tired frame. Upon leaving my place I stopped for coffee and a trip to the bank for a friendly conversation with a genuinely interested teller who really seemed to care about my deposit. There is much to do today. Some of my very best friends are calling me to meet them for drinks but its only 930 am...... Is that too early to get naughty?

Unsure of what to do I took a long stroll all the way to the lakefront where I came to rest upon a bench in the misty breeze of scenic lake Michigan. The lake is my favorite part of living in Chicago. I can remember when I first moved here I thought that living by the lake was like living by the ocean. Ha what a dumb ass. Actually I didn't really think that, I always knew the size of these large bodies of water. Speaking of bodies of water, isn't that what we are? We are flesh bags containing water and other goodies. I have a feeling that too much time has been spent on this subject for now.

Anyway. Listing to the sound of the lake I witnessed a bicycle rider punch an unsuspecting Asian man in the head as he rode by because the poor fellow was standing in the bike lane (Life in the bike Lane). Totally not cool bro. He should have just slapped his ass. Holy shit man. What the hell was that dudes problemo? I feel very aggravated by all the shit heads and dip shits here. My visit to the lake has been ruined. Back to the lab.

(Cue batman sound effects and spinning logo)

I spent a few hours writing in my trusty journal to calm my nerves and soothe my bitter frustrations. By comparison I am a new man, a better man, a more refined man than I had been earlier in the day. What a turn of events. As I look toward the evening I keep getting calls from my friends at the bar. I can't believe they are still drinking. Surely they are sustaining themselves by eating mini burgers and other appetizers. Should I meet them? Should I go out and try to be a good friend? Or should I stay home and sit alone in the dark plotting the demise of the corporate machine? I'm going out.

Broke at Starbucks

I stayed up late to contemplate
I woke up early about seven thirty
Took a shower got dressed in a hurry
Berserk at work cuz I just get dirty
Why do we worry when we scurry
Like Tim to the Currie IT can get scary
You can get lost it can get blurry
You can be the frost or you can be the flurry
Forecast for rain showers and a chance of fury
He he here were go circle like cheerio
Flip like rey mysterio
I scream but you don't hear me though
I own a sound proof mouth and some tear away features
Eyes and nose fake ears oh jeepers 
I woke up duct taped to a duck in a truck 
I grabbed a stick to escape but got stuck 
Oh shucks

Epic North American Poem

When my last day on earth arrives

I’ll kiss the sun and make it rise

I’ll Drink the Ocean and Paint the skies

I’ll think emotion and feel wise

Used to life but meet demise

I’ll never have to say goodbye

You’ll never hurt and never cry

Your heart disappeared your tears are dry

Don’t slouch or frown or even sigh

Just understand and listen why

The soul I have just isn’t my

It’s yours and thiers and every I           

Spirits soaring flying high

Worth more than you could ever buy

Don’t waste your life forever thrive

Grow every day you stay alive

How many years you may survive

On terms of yours that you decide

Feelings you know but can’t describe

In you I live on and we’ll never die

Its you and us and every I

The soul is we remember me

Laced Coffee Poem

One day I saw a sign 

"What kinda sign did you see?"

A giant billboard that said "(watch out for the laced coffee?)"

I blinked my eyes twice cuz I thought it said "Iced"

I sat there all day and long into the night

so deep were my thoughts i had a case of the thinks

it made me wanna stop for some food and some drinks 

the diner in flux with plate clanks and glass clinks  

I sat at a table unassuming, 

except for the other three people who sneered

back, back, back, they say while pushing me out of the way

But stay, stay, stay, I say I am the wart that wont go away 

even later in life when your old and your grey all the way to the end I'll be here to stay

so they left and I sat there got coffee and snacks like soup of the day and these new deli wraps

slaps on the table laughter rumbles like thunder i stare at my coffee and i started to wonder

now was it the smell or was it the taste one thing was for sure the coffee was laced

I paced to the bathroom to look in the mirror the sounds on my face i started to hear

strange prose from my nose bold lies from my eyes surprised by the highs that laced coffee provides

I Met Joe Black

Hey Joe

This is a Picture of Joe's Dad

Joe gets up early even though he is very tired and has a bad taste in his mouth from chewing beans all night. Joe doesn't have a toothbrush or toothpaste he just puts sugar in his mouth and smears it around with a spoon. Then he drinks a lot of water on his way to the health club.

After working out Joe sits in the sauna for a long time percolating. Finally Joe is ready to take on the day. Joe gives himself a big thumbs up in the mirror and says "I am Joe." Someone else in the locker room says "Hey Joe."

Poem Inspired By Working Overnights In Radio

Underneath my fingertips

60's 70's 80's hits

Overnight at the radio station

The greatest hits are in rotation

A candidate for caffeination 

To help combat my deprivation

A cup of Joe, cool water splash

I wish I could go home and crash

A coffee buzz with Tired Eyes

Feeling fried like greasy fries

A catchy song, awake with passion

Eyes wide open never closed like caption

Then Sleep all day miss all the action 

I can't get no satisfaction

Dale Fanella