A Can of Nuts
with an extra side of
Blessed Bacon
and a cold glass of
Water, Sweet Water.
Of course, a
Fat Bomb
or two can curb
Cravings
that might cause me to
binge.
My world stirs in the soft dawn lightBetween blurred linesOf laughter and dutySo keyboard clicks to deadline’s call Work demands dutySurrendering mere moments for hoursTo repeated, relentless tasksTaking time away from familiar faces Home once safe, now compromisedDreams deferred, desires pausedRest delayed, foundations decayedHome life replaced with work’s demands We chase others’ definitions of successIgnoring…
Instead of thinking about what I could do differently, my thoughts tend to drift towards asking what I should do differently.
Yesterday Left without sayingGoodbyeHe refusedTo speakAnd couldn’t findWordsTo leaveA small noteOr textMessage At leastI have Today
Get Out The screen in my palm recallsfalls, Costa Rica to Iceland,sand stretching across California,Hawaii, Panama, Florida, Spain.Sun and salt still spray the frame. I scroll the towers I have scaledand stood beneath:Eiffel, Sagrada Familia, Empire State.Great Sand Dunes, Corralejo, Arches,Mount Teide’s shadow, Rainier too.Mountains that tell me to lift my eyes. Plates of food…
Every day he would arrive. Same striped shirt, frayed shoes, discolored dungarees reeking of weeks’ worth of wear.
In small hours I awakeDisrupting deep darkness sleepingDream ghosts seeping, creeping my thoughts Goodbye, happy hibernationYou were a luxury while you lingeredDelivering requisite resting rest Yet drowsiness laughsWarning me who’s in chargeRest less head syndrome Relax, restless spiritRegrets warrant respiteSweet slumber to salve the soul