fifty

I can hear those geese
heading somewhere warmer now.
I'd join them up there.

forty nine

I'm host to the ghosts
of previous occupants.
They remind me now.

forty eight

You are odd, oh tune.

Autotune has done so much

to you presently.

forty seven

My heart, still it burns

just like back when we were kids.

Glad we're grown up now.

forty six

Don't apologize

for when I clean up your mess.

It's what I'm here for.

forty five

Pushed from the indoors,

an automatic sweat cloud,

resting on our skin.

forty four

Insomnia and

social anxiety and

allergies always.

forty three

Green leaves her with a

very prophetic feeling,

lacking other change.

forty two

There is something so

serenely perfect about

silence. No notes match.

forty one

Beauty and chasteness,

simplicity yet intel,

in a lion's mane.

forty

Sleep in a cave and

let the nutrients sink in.

Wait and concentrate.

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.

thirty three

What times and places

that once were fulfilled in me

are now dried coffee.

thirty two

How did You create

a place where time was no more?

Such a perfect place.

thirty one

Mists of nights like these

soon turn into frozen beads

pondering first freeze.