Love will cost you something. Pay it.
The world only makes sense if you don’t take it too seriously.
Everything changes, usually for the better, given time.
Evolution mostly occurs through various forms of ugliness.

God is asexual, universal, and lovingly pissed.
Everyone is always acting in their own interest, as they should.
Life is meant to be fun. Fun is often found in very unfunny places.

John David is a father, cook, and writer wandering the hills of western North Carolina. John David’s poetry deals with the connections between us; how we negotiate the tendrils of those consociations. Publications include Light, the Journal of Photography and Poetry, and Cold Mountain Review. His chapbook Where We Are-Collected Poems, is available on Amazon, and booksellers everywhere (ISBN: 978-1-36-635818-9).

Birth
And just like that. There you were.

Love
That look in your eye. Being seen.

Marriage
We had years. Only a few bad.

Dreaming
Both genders are aroused; eyes flicker.

Death
Holding your head before anyone else arrives.

They say bacon takes nine minutes off your life.
While a good cigarette takes seven
Certainly a kiss is timeless
Yet will keep you busy a while.
This notion of trading
Your three score and ten
For pleasure
Is intriguing to consider
In the uncertain moments
As the
Plane
Goes down.