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.

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.