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About today’s poet:

Trevor Witt is an aspiring writer and musician.  He has performed his poetry at Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural and Bookstore and at Queen Bee’s Art and Cultural Center in San Diego and currently resides in San Diego.  You can contact him regarding his poetry via email at witt.tr@gmail.com.

“Debt” by Trevor Witt

Chains drag me down,
Pull me to the ocean floor.
These debts, these burdens,
Shut out Opportunity knocking on the door.

Rent.
Student loans.
Car insurance.
Health insurance, I wish.

Trapped by fear,
Overwhelmed by bills,
I use my addiction to cope,
Even though my finances it kills.

Dollars swirl around in my coffee,
Quarters dance the salsa in my burrito,
Twenties swim with the gas in the tank of my car.
My work outfit is sown with the threads of my paychecks.

I try to stop worrying.
I try to calm down.
I try to stop myself from obsessing.
But I am fixated on the due dates of payments.

Between budgeting money for gas and food,
There is no room for savings, no jar for a rainy day.

A life of romance is out of the question.
I have no money to pay for her chicken alfredo.

So I sit and sink into an ocean of debt,
Content to sip my cappuccino and enjoy my demise.

“The Fool” by Trevor Witt

Oozing anecdotes and sharing treasured trivia,
He seems to spew insignificant drivel.
But upon a closer look,
You find insights usually found in a book,
And you may learn a thing, or two, or three.

But, it is not for me to say,
How you view him today.
Perhaps he is just another fool on the hill.
Perhaps the whole world is moving and he is standing still.

Doing nothing,
He is called lazy.
Saying nothing,
He is called dumb.
But he has knowledge of which they are unaware –
though he has no ambition, no worries, and no cares.

He just wants to love and to live.
He just wants to be loved and to give.