He’ll be Okay


He’s got everything
that guy
Girls say he looks fine, fine, fine
They just can’t wait to get in line
just to say hi

So why, why oh why, does the world spin in the opposite direction
he’s facing, always pulling him back
to the starting line in his mind.

He’s got a job all would envy, a
loving cat that greets him when he gets back, Home

Where he’s all alone and the only warm spot in bed is where his cat lays at.

But he’ll be okay, he’ll be okay
Cuz everybody thinks so, cuz everybody always did.

He’ll give you a smile, tell you a joke, and give you a wink all the while there is something simmering down deep inside.

That even he cant seem to know he needs to seek to try and fix,
Probably cuz the world always needing a nudge and a fix, a flip of the switch, set to puree, to smooth out all the shitty parts.

Ah, but he’s a work of art, that body, that mind, that killer cute smile and he’s so nice

He’ll be okay, just you see, he’ll be okay…

By Philip Wardlow July 17th, 2025

Far Flung


Hiker silhouette stands on the hill on and looks on the milky way galaxy. Dark starry night

Universe, far fling me like a smooth flat stone over a calm lake.

Take me within your palm and fingers and cast me side armed on a warm sunny summer’s day to go skipping on that lake.

I want to feel the satisfaction in denying gravity as I fly across the lake surface with an energy not of my own, like being strapped into a rocket breaking the confines of Earth’s mighty pull.

I want to know this freedom, this kinetic intensity, this uncontrolled ride into oblivion, this escape in a moment away from it all.

To forget the pull, and the weight of me.

Instill me with velocity, let me breath in the spirit of Hermes and let me run and skip along the edges of the space and time to venture into a wonderous desolation.

By Philip Wardlow July 1st, 2025