Friday, December 20, 2013

Thinking Too Much

awkward moments
spent reclining,
toxins racing
through my body,
vacant seats now full,
blankets covering
against the cool, yet,
feels good on my
aged surroundings;
plastic cables attached,




















carry clear liquids,
backwash cycles
no present danger;
trickling comments
converse openly with
curious neighbors,
males in a minority, but,
wishful thinking
without speculation
leaves me vulnerable
and a little unfriendly;
sessions slip by silently,
openly hopeful until
my new routine returns
me to this recliner.

16Oct13

No comments:

Post a Comment