blood, sweat and tears.
is it worth it through the years?
pain of made up fears.
Archives for March 2018
lightly loving
the day stretches long.
lithe body touching the sky.
making moony eyes.
stranded hope
thin is the night’s light.
disappearing ghostly strand.
briefest glimpse of hope.
choppy seas
what is this living?
why so much sour with sweet?
oceans of rough pain.
river steps
wet are the tears
carving ruts on my old face.
stepping into rivers again.
fuss and muss
growing up sucks.
i remember when i had fun.
even working was fun.
and pizza.
but now i’m in wrinkled clothes.
frost stuck to my hair and beard.
creaking knees, groaning moans.
more coins jangle in my pocket.
more space i fill with stuff.
maybe there’s a whole in my heart.
or could that be soul?
when did life lose lust.
when did i learn to worry and fuss?