this is the day I begin to feel old
the back is always sore
the knees are shot
the shoulder aches
my real teeth are down to four

a bout with cancer has taken its toll
but they caught it early so I shouldn't moan
what little strength that had remained
has left with my testosterone

my feet and toes are turning numb
my eyes are fading fast
it takes an act of congress now
to exercise my wrinkled ***

my memory now is headed south
it wasn't good to start
the only things I do more often
is eat, sleep and ****

but I'll be 70 come July
I really shouldn't *****
I've seen and done some crazy things
and I've yet to lose that itch!

His fears were eclipsed by crackling amber crystals caressing the plums on each side of his nose, retexturizing the
squelches beneath his marooned tread – cushioning this fallen star as he prepared to grow new roots. Hurricanes of
melody camouflaged his screams with a symphony of vibrato from an overseeing parliament of wise, wide-eyed, totems with infinite flight. Silently, the heavens rinsed the pain from his eyes to sweeten the acorns of lost hope he had
****** upon him as a souvenir from his shipwreck. Depth begets strength to this sapling as he embarked on this
streetified forest through a shimmering of honeycomb and goldenrod shards cutting through crimson flakes as if nature
was stealing pigment from God herself; only rejecting the royalist of purples to comfort peering shining stars as they
witness his resplendence amongst a grounded haze of jewelled apricots greenly repulsed by the sin of gravity.

Imposed poison touch
forced ejection from the womb.
Run! Rebirth? Marooned.

..Reminiscing..
Thinking back on all the memories
And priceless times that I had
And how I should’ve valued in the moment
every moment that’s passed
But ****..
I never thought this feeling young for so long
would end up passing by me so fast..
What I promised myself everyday for tomorrow
Now lies dead in the past
..I guess life needs to give you a reality check
But now I’m looking for closure
Stuck in the dying days of my youth
Fighting this losing battle
of trying not to get older
I’m colder
because of it
Can’t stomach it, can’t run from it
& can’t be done with it
Unless it’s done with you
But that’s life..
or at least from my experience
Rarely does it leave you
feeling left in a bliss
Rarely does it leave you
feeling west of what is..
Who could’ve expected this?
No one
And yet we all experience it
At least one way or another,
So it’s one foot in front of the other
Next day after another
Stuck chasing after the memories
we reminisce with each other
****…

im so tired   and poisonous   and old
where do i go  my heart stuffed with this dry darkness ?
   with my aches   and my revealing pained impressions ?
death via exposure  would be timely                                          
with the short days   and straining snow   and thick winds
   i could step out   and follow their tugs and ropes north
                                        doff my gear and 'take a walk'