We paint ourselves into corners, shady, feverish, asphyxiating corners, where we pace and gasp for breath. A single bulb dangles between us. A crumpled map and a pair of glasses drown in a puddle of light on the table. A chair askew between light and shadows, another tipped over backward where it fell, clatter still lingering, temper's testament. (Source: "Chiaroscuro", 40x41: Midlife Crisis ...
Decay
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Fading
There will be days For telemark turns, Nordic kick glides, And windsurfing jibes... But, the doc says, When stuck at your desk, Clench and unclench Your stomach and butt. Drink lots of water. It’ll make you pee. For to pee, you see, Will make you move. (Source: "Fountain of Fading Youth", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) First, third and fourth stanzas of a lighthearted ...
Laugh Wrinkle
“It’s a crack,” she says. “Not a wrinkle.” “Or both,” I say, gently moving her hand From my face. “Wrinkles are like cracks.” “But how could you crack your face?” “Laughing,” I say. “And smiling.” (Source: "Cracked", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) This was an amusing, real life exchange with one of my nieces that is sandwiched roughly mid-poem. It might be the best part. Perhaps the bread and ...
Cuernos
A memento mori wrapped up in a memory, a "surf's up" shake of the thumb and pinky, far from the sea. One of the themes woven into "Cuckold Moon". ...