Compression socks are/
made for cardio workouts/
as you take them off.
Compression socks are/
made for cardio workouts/
She’s so deep in her/
Nirvana I hate to wake /
her. I must get up.
Its true: I don’t write/
my deep feelings for her. They’re/
too mushy and sweet.
I might not have time/
to take a picture, but I/
can still wave “Thank you!”
It is time that I/
get up and do all the things /
He’s telling me to.
When you doubt yourself,/
you think you’re not loveable./
What if she doesn’t?
I sit fat on a /
white wrought-iron bench with a big/
bulged Buddha belly.
When you feel you must/
write and it hangs over your/
head, joy may vanish.
The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.
OR
*shows
In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.