You ask if
I’m doing okay
Because now
I refuse to
Utter a
Word
Month: June 2018
Tailgater
When I look
Over my shoulder
And see that
You’re not far
Behind
Your eyes don’t even
Make contact with
Mine
You’d rather look
At the ground
Than at what’s
In front
Of you
Plague bearer
I thought I could
Reach out and
Touch your life
Somehow
But you wouldn’t
Even take
My hand
Your army
I didn’t know
You were recruiting
Otherwise I would’ve
Happily signed up
To get the free
T-shirt
Even though
I don’t know
How to use
Your weapons
Speed bump
You suddenly
Came into my life
But I wasn’t enough
To slow you down
Lead balloon
My palate is not
As sophisticated
Though I am overly
Educated
The feelings
Inside are
Heavily weighted
So my dreams don’t
Carry me away
Reticent
What more
Can I say
If things
Always
Stop at
A hello?
Esc
Three-letter cure-all
For a four-letter
Situation
Key fob
You’re the life
Of the party–
Once you leave
We can’t get
Things going again
Lunchtime
Half the day
Is already over
And that’s
What worries me