Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart

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2021-8-9

outside my window,
the neighbor’s AC unit
runs day and night,
a low hum topped
by a metal whir....
2021-7-5

being human
is tough;
no secret that.
we each feel,
i think....
2021-6-29

the road to hell and all that;
i know. but,
before i can stand up
and move through this world
doing the things that matter to me....
2021-6-17

as a good human being,
i’ve gotten my life all wrong.
human beings have gotten
almost everything wrong
since becoming civilized farmers....
2021-6-8

my own private fantasy land
is the one place i long for.
this real world, so-called,
has only one promise i can depend on,
and certain death is the worst possible of selling points.
2021-6-1

it seems kind of pointless
and more than a bit stupid
to blame my brain
for all my problems,
but there ya go.
2021-5-30

at least the books i read
do me the grace
of allowing that,
while quite doable
(otherwise: why write the book?)
2021-5-5

the science tells me
i see nothing
in this world;
i’m just a brain
in a skull....
2021-5-3

realizing this morning
i am unsatisfied
with my life
as if this is a surprise.
of course i am....
2021-4-29

i made the mistake
of opening myself up
to my own scrutiny.
i was not disgusted
by seeing myself....
2021-4-19

transcendent moments
tear through life
like a bullet
through the brain.
what was...
2021-4-16

i think it’s clear
my parents let me down
just as i
let my children down.
my mother went one direction....
2021-4-13

even the good things
cause me pain.
i don’t handle life well,
so when things
are not good....
2021-4-12

how selfish
do i have to be
to take care
of myself?
i’m not exactly....
2021-4-9

“suffering is optional”
which sounds awesome
(yippee!)
until reminded
“pain is unavoidable”....
2021-4-6

i failed myself
again today,
but that’s alright
because
“failed myself”...
2021-4-5

the early morning song
of the early morning birds
in the cool of the early morning spring
reminds me
that soon these birds....
2021-4-2

being alone,
as i am
as we all are,
a being, alone,
a human being....
2020-4-1

23,500.
that’s how many days,
more or less,
i have been on
this planet.
2021-3-30

today i am using
the correct pen.
funny how that matters
in my head
and nowhere else.
2021-3-29

a room full of kids
being kids
and a son
i haven’t seen for so long
that he now has....

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