It's so circadian
these long lines,
with the aroma of strong coffee
wafting between
the frequent flyers,
gate numbers & times
being barked incessantly
over invisible speakers
loud enough
to shake heaven,
to keep one alive
in this world.

Seed yourself with
my flowing
thoughts,
sensual words
meant to titillate
all your senses,
to inspire you,
feel my fire.

I practice zen
to reach nirvana,
is when
the sun,
the moon
& the stars
are in perfect alignment
with my state of total bliss
kissing you,
your fine lips
in Kama sutra
on cloud nine.

You're only as good as your last write,
kinda like a fighter down for the count
or standing with their arms raised in a V
& only then do they realize
who the real supporters are.

I woke up 35 today.
Thought it wouldn't feel
Any different from 34, but
This time...

I'll buy an extra few flowers
For my mother.
It's her day too.

I'll buy my dad a cigar and a
Cold one.
For all the gray hairs.

I'll thank my brother for
Being
Just that
For 33 years,

And my girlfriend for not
Minding what we
Both think
Might be the earliest whiffs
Of an 'old-man-smell'
On me.

It's the first rainy day in weeks.
I'll have a
Few beers too many tonight,
And just stand in the downpour.
I'm an adult now; I don't
Have to wear a raincoat.

It's my party and I'll
Laugh hysterically

If I want to.

Anxiety
I can feel it coming
That shakiness in my hands that begins to spread throughout my body.
My heart beat begins to pick up speed. Getting louder & louder, until it's all I can hear.
Anxiety
Worry fills my every thought
And those thoughts consume me.

(a.d)

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The Devil—had he fidelity
Would be the best friend—
Because he has ability—
But Devils cannot mend—
Perfidy is the virtue
That would but he resign
The Devil—without question
Were thoroughly divine