Tips

Life is not karaoke

performing words, ways
of others
interest me not at all

imitationtipjar1
less sincere flattery
more pandering laziness

someone else’s persona
under guise of
your ‘interpretation’

nothing there is real.

I sit on a rickety stool
deliver my own material
strum my own chords
sing my own song

battered tip jar
constantly overflows with
gratuitous knowledge,
advice, cautionary tales,
cryptic foretelling,
simple greetings

crumpled singles
lay atop crisp new bills of
various denominations

rubber checks
fortune cookie slips
bank robber notes
inadvertent shopping lists
mingle unobtrusively

between sets
I empty the snifter
let the aroma waft

smooth out the crinkled
tender, rough drafts
and manuscript

absorb doodles, scribbles
assorted hieroglyphs
phone numbers

keeping some, using
many, tossing most
remembering all

the words, ways
of others as intimation
not imitation

playing my show live
all original
not my take of
someone else’s shtick

making it all
just someone else’s
take on me

– Mark Lucker

Run on sentence

running2Whatever it was
I used to be running from
sentenced to and for what…

I forgot

what I am now running to –
at a slower, more mindful pace
I may get to ‘to’ or I may not

I don’t know

youth was escaping
on the run from, to…sprinting
middle age finds me
looking over my shoulder lessDonQuixoteWindmill

I have slowed down

life is now a more leisurely
5K-type pace, not a race,
…but for a cure or a cause?

I am I, Don Quixote

slow and steady wins the race
but there is less competition
no pressing urge to best others
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I still want to win

keep the pace with the race
enjoy the scenery make the case
that the joy is in the journey

in the best shape of my life

others now try to keep up with…
me? I am the lead dog in the pack
setting the pace, tone, tempo

I smile, and don’t look back

Mark Lucker

Confidently…

I have grown accustomed to
astonishment of others

selfconfidencesilently, smugly I take their
surprise as less personal affront
more opportunity to exploit
their naiveté-tinged ignorance

(when not feeling charitable)

making any successes sweeter
though I oftentimes regret
my haughty self-restraint in
not saying ‘I told you so’

actions chat louder than words
though aren’t always heard
while seeing is believing
even when nobody is watching

– Mark Lucker