not a chance

Dark, dank, loud, unsettled.
It’s pretty crazy in here.
There’s no way out, but I pray to a god I don’t believe in to assist me in some miraculous way.
That’s what I need.
Not a job.
Not a career.
Not a lover.
Not a friend.
I need a miracle.
Can anything else help?
Not a chance.

bits

Pieces scattered over the years.
Most of the big ones were lost near the start.
Some of the little ones were nearly as painful.
I think they tie in somehow but who’s to say?

It’s not that I don’t want.
Really I do.
But wanting and doing are different.
Have you played for the Yankees?

It’s frustrating having to accept the counsel of fools.
But they do and I don’t so what choice do I have?
None, really, that involve life.
It’s only doing that scares me.