Sorry I’m late everyone
Crumpled sleeves and neck knotted non-nimbly
With slacks that droop and bag a bit
Making the rounds
The white walls naked and cold, bare floors with no sleepy feet retreat
You look good John, real good
Better without the gravity induced smile and fist full of faith rocks
I appreciate your approval from
The other night, and I plan on asking her soon
Some more faces slumping about through throngs of hushed conversation
Still miss that cooking you know
Or those curls, rasp and break shake grip
My sweet Bear, I will run with you again slinky brother
I still come-to holding not you
Not sure what to make of ya Mike, irksome island soul
Fuzzy blur or silhouette at best but angry you I’m sure
How long will the collection grow?
Another dusty shoebox locked up in the attic