Surname alphabet soup
Able to label & categorize in the first sitting For billing purposes Taking stabs at psychosomatic Symptoms of being Human Like breathing easy Knowing the tree will bear forbidden fruit When the moment arrives & not a minute too soon
Twenty four on the ice
Forty four on the glass Number eleven playing fistycuffs With some guy from the desert
Two dollar whisky cola
Nachos in the third Heel taps ringing freely From concrete Busy crowd shouting for more
Huddled sticks drawn close
Black speck released Sent hurling ninety miles west Along the backboard Checked twice The biscuit made it in the basket & the crowd goes wild
You notice that part
Hidden from view Only partially realized
A ghost white reaction
Draining away willpower Oh strength don’t leave me now
You look wild from this angle
I see the politely asked question Turning you in different directions Eager to address the next one
I looked over the pile of fresh laundry
Attacking it with with the fervor Of a caged muffin top I matched socks Pairing them like tinder Swiping them from the corner
Today is no socks day I declare
Tying the towel around my neck One leg on the edge of the bed Super captain pirate (sans eye patch) Here for the free entertainment
They vowed, through sickness and health; till it tore them apart. The vilified abyss came calling with scythe in tow. It was harvest season, and by and large we had quite the load to take.
Soon. Road trips with thermos’ filled with soup.
Thermometers, second blankets, parking the car in the garage.
Fresh rain on concrete,
Pressing my feet on the floor; This is the morning.
There is joy somehow,
Realizing this is not it; Just another round.
Waking up to the drone of a fan
April showers postponed An indefinite hold-up
The clouds gather
Sighing over our heads View limited By the four corners Shuttered in
It’s raining now
You step outside for the cool morning air Reminiscent of wet socks and humidity