Early morning iced 
water before coffee 
calm before the 
storm so demure 
hydration before ignition 
up and away 
slow burn and 
then orbit when 
things become bearable 
and then beautiful 
back to bed
and finding you 
my reentry zone 
and landing pad 

I let be
never let go 
to untie knots 
isn’t my thing 
how do I 
know if what’s 
tangled is not 
a mess but 
one more thing 
that holds and
has held together 
this whole comedy

Everything I once
thought is not 
or wasn’t meant 
to be or
to last or
something like that 
and now this 
a porridge of
sorts an amalgamation 
and things rise
like vegetables in 
a pot and 
stir I do 
up they come 
added for reason 
color or texture 
but flavor nah
for at this 
late stage of 
life most things 
taste the same 

I had
a house 
years ago 
on a
dead end 
still there
it sits 
the neighborhood 
haunted house 
that kids
avoid and 
adults complain 
ghostly ghouls 
walk around 
memories of 
happier days 
long gone 

Yum yum
gimme some 
it goes 
down hot
and warms
inside out
one small 
cup and 
fill’er up
that’s all 
I need 
of love