2022

Green waves dilute and deepen in the front yard
I like the assortment of plants

I joke, will you skip me like a YouTube ad?
We chuckle. I'm funny, we agree
She says she'll miss me
And I will
But I reassure, it's just a new year
Sadly(?), not a new me

I can go on about the book I'm reading
She calls me a beautiful kid
I smile, knowing she's lonely
I keep taking advantage of it

There's nothing new about something new
There's nothing new to feel
I enjoy the chant of daily TV
There's nothing new I want to be.

Don’t burst my bubble

Don't burst my bubble

Let me glow
Let the spring of my feet
Flow of my speech
Girth of my grin
Be intact
Let me do a happy act

Let me look at the sun
And everything it fathers
The red flowers
The green leaves
The warm blue sky
The innocent hours

Let me love you and her
Cocooned together
Let the springs of your feet
Flows of your speeches
Girths of your grins
Engender mine

Don't burst my bubble
While I can still
Reflect your shine.
I'll be fine.

Ends.

It's strange how the night is
Walking to the sun
It's strange how it's ending
Before it has begun
The stars, they are guiding
The blue, lonely night
But I cannot find him
And I'm not alright

The sliding alleys
Sleep with the trees
The soft snoring leaves
Sing their lullabies
The lamps, they all flicker
Dreaming of the sun
And oh, how it has ended
Before it has begun.

Sunday Afternoon

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Give me a Sunday afternoon
Of noiseless naps and comforting silence.
I'll compare the blue of the walls next door
With the blue of the sky
With the blue of my veins and the blue of my smile.
It will take me a while.
The ceiling fan above my head
May go round and round
But not the hands of the clock.
Please, make the time stop;
I will give you my nightly sighs
I will give you my evening laughs
Give me a Sunday afternoon
And it will, maybe, be enough.