On Being Odd

I’m an odd man.
I want to be around my wife.
My child. My home. I am, Them.
I also like beer.
And whiskey, while standing on top of a
forested mountain, sipping both and
observing an oncoming Thunder-Storm.
I want to talk about how the storm
is alive. Tell me, “Is it not!”
I’m an odd man.
I see no point in leaving them behind.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

Watch as I take the trash out. My slippers are beaten and beautiful. I came from a shack much like a house. I smile. The heads wobble and click as I walk; my appearance. It isn’t much. My gums mash side to side and my eyes water. But I walk to the dumpster anyway.