Sunday, November 8, 2009

thirty nine

There is neutral heat
in the months unexpected.
Unneeded stretching.

thirty eight

Some days I wish I
was married. Others, I just
want to puke it out.

thirty seven

Back as tight as bricks.
All muscles and joints are locked.
Tension leaves me weak.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

thirty six

It takes ambition
to get you to where I am.
Going, going, go.

thirty five

What's this that we call
the "Sentimental Value?"
All is subjective.

thirty four

Everything; it is
melding together so well.
Smile if you will.