Poems

This loss of meaning
should now ideally be balanced
with rutting and inebriation
shrill screams of ecstasy
and extended road trips
to obtain some distance
from this loss of meaning

I’ve degenerated and digressed
into this staid plaid half-life
easily slipping into mediocrity
how to now engender passion
from this pyrrhic space
bereft of innocence
and pure release

Starting just starting to maybe
relax a little in my own sag and sallow
with my somewhat softened midlife diatribe
and a comfortable pull-over
now I can peer over my bifocals
with elevated disdain
at youth and its elasticity
while frittering away
diamond days on a whim
with nothing left to lose
but drool