AlwaysLookAhead

As I age

And more things

Appear behind me

Like missed exits

I am confident

That things remain

Still in front

Yet to be

Explored and discovered

And like that

One little leaf

Way out there

On skinny branches

I do know

In order to

Find anything new

I must then

Choose to remain

Always looking ahead

And never content

With things behind

Poppycock

You were excellent

At placing commas

Like as you

Said they were

Pauses from you

To me kisses

And winks and

Deliberate deliberating sighs

Teasing rather I

Think knowing that

Soon and for

Certain will come

That damned period

Ending all this

Taunting rambling poppycock

BumpityBumpBump

It’s being thrown

From the horse

That makes horseback

Riding so thrilling

It’s not trotting

Cantering even galloping

That enchants me

But that sudden

Stark stop when

You’re abruptly airborne

Flailing and uncertain

Where you’ll land

But certain that

You will and

After the bouncity

Bounce bounce you

Then reflect saying

Now that was

One helluva ride

Same with lovers

And with breakups

Oh how I

Do enjoy lovers

But I love

Even more that

Woozy breakup and

Bumpity bump bump

LoveOfFriends (to my firemen)

It’s only ever

After not necessarily

Happily ever after

When I awaken

To something new

Around the old

Me like an

Ice storm coating

Everything in a

Brittle tender mask

Weighing me down

And snapping things

Like heart strings

Plucked from outside

Inside making thudding

Dead sounds like

That other shoe

That I’ve been

Waiting to drop

When friends rush

In like tiny

Firemen carrying buckets

Of water to

Not douse but

Free me from

My now icy

Self taking me

Back to someplace

Safe and warm

Sans the ice

Plucking then those

Same strings making

Them sing again

Now with laughter

NoApplause

I love you

Just enough enough

To know that

I don’t want

To disappoint you

Like a gift

Unrequested yet received

One that requires

Unfelt thank yous

I don’t want

To be received

Like flat sodas

Tasty but hardly

Exciting so I

Will exit myself

Here bowing and

Walking backwards off

Stage like an

Actor ignored by

A playwright listless

And useless lacking

A curtain call

Just simply forgotten

With no applause