There are some times, useless or not,
when a person needs to
just say what they mean.
I mean that.
 
 
 

Cold
and blue
steel, that.
I can feel that
against the side of my head
even though I've never held it there.
Oh, but I have
so many times before
in my own mind.
 
 
 

Sometimes
I believe
it would be
trite to prove
the old adage that
doing things right twice
ain't half bad.
Unless of course it is.
Trite.
 
 
 

How do you know
when something tastes
like Plutonium? I'm not
sure, yet I know
I hate it when the
meals I prepare have tasted
like that.
 
 
 

What,
doesn't even remotely remind me of the old Winston cigarette commercials that used to be on television.
Now that you mention it,
so does this.
 
 
 

That's like the time,
a couple
of
seconds
ago,
when I couldn't even find
my pencil
until I looked for it
right where it was laying.