Kill Me Now

It's funny to me, perhaps not to you, that the second my wife leaves town, I stop being dilligent.

My clothes end up lying helter skelter across chairs, piled on the side of the bed, blocking the bathroom threshold, a couple of mismatched socks in the shower. Dishes pile up, stacked precariously on unopened mail and sunglasses. Garbage cans over-flow. Smells give birth to offense.

Food choices made based on pretty pictures on boxes, bags or cans, often discarded based on excessive microwaving time. Checkers glance at me simpathetically as they scan my choices, noticing the lack of fruits, vegetables or cleaning products.

Cats stare in confusion, evidently unaware that humans can produce odors that overpower their own.

It's pathetic I know, but I'm pretty sure I'd be able to put a demo tape together for a future episode of "Hoarders".

Cheers

the burn gives way to warmth
which gives way to carelessness
and finally forgetting
one is fine but two is better
three makes it all go away
til morning

Renewal

the mountain air invigorates the spirit
a gentle breeze, whistles through
trees tall, reaching for the warm embrace of the sun
lovers rocked, tossed from side to side,
temporarily uprooted,
finding their anchor in the bedrock of the past,
reclaiming it for their journey into the future

Choices

live your life
forget your dreams

live your dreams
forget your life

Hope

the new day dawns
the seed of hope takes root
exposed
vulnerable again