life improvised
made up as we go along
future unscripted

dreams swirl in my mind
rafting on the white rapids
swimming with dolphins.

Ten hour shifts
not for the faint-hearted
and definitely not for me,
but She says,
baby
faint heart never won fair lady,
so
I win, I think,

One-nil to me.

She puzzles over this
I blow her a kiss
and slip back into the
dream.

can't get used to change
anxious, exiting my shell
god, I fear the world

To be as capricious as I
And not drive people away
Is a delicate act.

My brain’s a vending machine
with the snacks all stuck—
ideas jammed,
buttons broken,
and no one’s got the right coin.