I weaved this the other nite.
I walked in still
Anxious
Friendly face quells
The turmoil a touch
Brief instruction, we chose materials
Over under over under
You eventually hit on a rhythm
Fit into a flow, focus in
time skips
Forget your worries fade those troubles
Loosen some insecurities

Feeling old today:
I was hoping to go to a
Party
Step onto a dancefloor
Have a drink or a laugh
Shimmy and shake
But no invites came and instead
Of asking instead of
Texting,
Making efforts to slake
This thirst,
I await.
It felt as if I was putting my youth on
Like a costume

All of a sudden decrepit
The years swept over me
Tugging me inexorably towards the ghosts
The ghouls
Should I stand by and facilitate joy
Instead of participate
Hand out candy and slump
Quietly
Slip into the night

Last Sunday I went to a
Party.
My aunty and uncle’s 50th anniversary.
Maybe the
sweetest couple I know.
My cousin and his family were in town
From New Orleans. Always a pleasure to
See them.
The kids grow so fast.

The sky was on fire just now.
So was your heart.
Be careful
Or those flames will engulf you,
Burn away all your
Cynicism
Turn your defenses into ash,
Your callousness into cinder.

The water was so clear today.
More translucent still in contrast to
My mind,
Clouded with anxiety.
Not nearly enough.
Not fun not clever not valuable
Not doing enough for others.
Never did enough to liberate anyone.
Not one of the beautiful people
That bask and laugh and seem so
Carefree.

Talkin platonic love, occasionally romantic love, and a secret third kind of love.