there’s a reason some things are cliche

I want to withdraw 

hermetically hermitic-ally

giving way, giving word

is not a thing here - in general 

connecting is not depending

depending is few and far between 

watermelon BubbleYum

a man on the edge of petrifying 

took my hand flirting yesterday 

am I too old to be a sugar-baby?

a Sweet-n-Low lead-digger? 

I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay…

when life lingers overlong

but the alternative isn’t

an alternative; 

a celebration of light

in understanding the dark

you know it don’t come easy

yesterday I walked-about

in my new space uneasy 

top floor promised painted

already put-off a week then

three days in still left unstarted

other-work to finish they say and

a new promise for next week;

yesterday I waited 

in my new space uneasy 

hours in the heat of the day

for windows to be measured

in the afternoon 

a courteous young man

arriving on the dot of my leaving;

yesterday I looked-about

in my new space uneasy 

overwhelmed in the yestermorrow 

overwhelmed in the upcoming 

yesterday I walked-about 

in my new town shuttered 

exhaustimated

go easy on yourself 

the pressure to perform 

to constantly do

should be behind you

you sold your life too full of doing 

of others’ demanding 

to buy one of still moments; 

you sought to fill the void

of veins crackling 

with precious metals 

to mend a vessel wholly 

to hold water again 

don’t settle for spit and spackle 

in a room half lit

the heat-induced focus 

of a meditative state;

breathes in and out

controlled and counted

lounging, legs stretched 

across the divan

askew and akimbo

head resting on rough

fibers of something 

that should be soft

drunk on the heat

of a late morning sun

thoughts of things too many

are exhausting 

the future is exhausting