WS2

 I was very happy, 

almost ecstatic, 

on cloud nine 

without a care 

in the everlasting world, 

and then,

tragically, 

I  saw you.

Scraps

 No, I don't want your scraps.  Although I'm grateful for a lobster roll, I want it to be fresh.   You're sick, so, no, I  don't want your scraps.

I feel like you don't care enough to see me happy.  On one hand, you tried, and I'm grateful. On the other hand, I don't want to settle for scraps.

The Struggles of Happiness

 Is it gardening 

Homebrew

Coitus en masse

Reading

Dinner parties

Flirting

Dancing

Playing music

Cleaning

Writing 

Creating

Firing all of the pistons?

I don't know 

Why it is

I struggle

To ascertain 

What makes my heart smile 

Like 

Significant difficulty

Shopping at Walgreens

For something that makes me happy 

The worms

Give me acid reflux,

And the cranberries

Give me diarrhea.

My body's changing 

I'm old-ish, and

I don't feel the same desires as before.

I struggle to find friends.

I'm lulled by the sirens of streaming.

I don't know what makes me happy anymore. 

Espresso

 I bring smiles to people.  Some frowns.  Mostly grins though.  Today, I dropped off a package to a lady who was parked in her driveway.  She was wearing military fatigues. Green ones.  Her name tag indicated "Air Force."

I dismounted my mail truck, and brought it to her, stating my usual, "Special delivery for the world-famous so-and-so!"

I saw the happiness from her eyes before I caught her wide smile.  Her eyes were open, like mad saucers.

She said, "Oh, I've been waiting for this!"

I told her I was happy to deliver.

She said, "It's my espressoooooiioo!  WHEEEEEEEE!"

I shit you not.

My first thought was, maybe I shouldn't deliver this one.  Somebody had to cut her off.

But, I did, and moved on to capture this joyful moment.

Wilma

I'm tired of hearing

"I'm sorry,"

And I'm tired of asking

"Can you...,"

because you never do

I can't rely on you

I don't want to live

Within the walls of silence

Where two souls never speak

But only sadly coexist.

Power-Washer

 Livid

Why do I have to ask for them to return my shit?

Why aren't they trying harder? 

None of them care about how I feel.

They must think I'm some punk.

Midnight Mass

 Our existence is fleeting,

And soon it'll cease to be.

Like the moon's fog by eve's bay

Just a distant memory.