New Year

December's ending
Say goodbye to eleven
And hello to twelve.

Perhaps more hookus
Will be seen in the future.
Its lonely in here.

;-)

Next up

November is gone,
Fading away to the past.
Hello December.

In Reply to My aching back

The butt massager
Could cure Stacey's woes, but she
needs to take him home.

My aching back

Face down - alone - cold
Pain etches with sharp fingers
Chiro late again

Ruminate

Erupting voices
Horrors of the addled brain
Quakes in the cold dark

33

Thirty three reasons
to walk away from this now
then, you chose to smile

Marionettes

Dancing on spindles
Harlots ... all flavors and size
Lips of red wine joy

Goodbye again

Dissolving friendship,
Yet seeing them every day.
Awkward goodbyes, still.

Long blink

Sleep escaping those
With family here for a week.
I can haz a nap?

Algernon St. John-Smyth

Smiles kicking urchins
Felted beaver fur top hat
Upper class ... bully!

Soul

I am not this shell
This husk that sustains my life
I hold more promise

Nectar

Excrete the gods milk
Sweet ambrosia trickles free
Dance on happy tongue

Stolen Moment

Slipped to serendip
No friction dereliction
Shoulders gripped to grind

Moonlit Silhouette

Those curves of yours twist
thin Italian mountain roads
my pistons popping

Sunday Gold

Sunday's gold shines bright
but she burns twice as quickly
Shorter days indeed

*Cough*

Wheezing has become
the essence of my being.
*throws pity party*

Night

Silence is the sound,
When breathing slows and dreams loom
Against darkened moon.

By Whose Authority?

Neglected coffee

Duty trounces solitude

Wednesday self-governs

The Last Five

Fifteen bright fireworks
Burst lonely against the sky
These are the last five

Austen's lure

Ghosts of Jane Austen
Tease my dreams then fly by light
NaNo plot is gone