My ties have shortened.
Perhaps my neck got longer...

Irony's not lost
comforting her for lost beau...

The dread creeps into consciousness
sparked by failure to remember...

Christmas music gives
Thanksgiving soundtrack...

I sway in gentle hammock rhythms
. [caged without key...

On a field, fallow for generations
no longer stained with the red...

Tear runs down a sallow cheek
aged body lies in the bier...

"Susan is a Finger, looking for a Ring,&quot...
Shirley laughed agreement and so the label was...

Gone again, another light faded
Into the bleak background energy...

What recompense is there to a malcontent?
Perhaps it's better to do away...

Archer casts aspersions at the sun
crying light blinded aim...

A chance sweep of my left arm
in yellow and blue flannel shirt...