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                                             Paint your own kind of lonely
                                             where you try to figure it out
                                             what you did or didn't do
                                             why you couldn't propel yourself  
                                             out of bed
                                             not enough caffeine
                                             so you shared a dinner with a friend
                                             fended it off but
                                             the bed got lonely
                                             it knows you only have one pillow
                                             like the c word it is never to be uttered
                                             

Farmer's Almanac

                                                     Farmer's Almanac
                                           
                                            The Farmer's Almanac says that it will
                                             be a...Stop right there
                                             What does my arthritic toe say?
                                              or my tea leaves?
                                              Enough of this crap

Am told Milton read just about every book ever written up until his time
but some other writer took his best line and titled his book after it
I took Milton to avoid Shakespeare
how crazy is that?

But that didn't matter for a long long time although it might payoff soon
like a horse that stayed impossibly back the whole time
it's really about time isn't it?

as I will don the blue suit again
and sift through the land mines

Visions of Yesenia

Sometimes you lock yourself in a prison of denial looking
for the prosecutor who will put you on trial

And the raven haired woman who doesn't have it all together
but you're thinking somehow she'll make your life that much better
at least you don't have to talk about the weather

And over and over you think this can't be happening I need
a drink
but in your mind you can only sink into obsession

She pops in and out of your life like a drunken jaywalker
and you share a nice dinner careful not to slip like a tightrope walker
and stay detached enough not to give the air of a lunatic stalker

But it's always what you leave out that leads to the way you feel
 hoping the other person will  just be so real
what you're thinking and the way you need to deal

Why is this so complicated filled with booby traps and land mines
and why is it so hard to read the signs
as I think about it time after time
turn off the obsession like a radio
there must be another place to go but in your heart you know
it's rejection or reality

Pulling out the damsel in distress
can be one unavoidable hot mess
as only someone can guess
more or less

And these visions of Yesenia
keep on haunting me nonetheless

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I guess I never expected to write again.  Introne's got his nerve wearing his hair longer as he gets older.  A stunt and a cruel trick on anyone over fifty.  There are days where I just can't get up in the morning and curse myself later on for wasting the day.  Call it depression or what you will. The hell hounds of February are gone with nary a dent.
I remember the chance meeting at the defunct book store and your conversations with me. Commenting on my use of the Ebola virus.  Is this what passes for a poem in my fifties?