written August 5th, 2013

Secluded little
parking lot,
what sort of stories
have you got?

What could one
find interest in?
The neighbor’s wife
preparing din?

…or children running,
making noise…
playing with
their little toys?

Soon the sun
will set again.
You aught not be
around by then.

After dark,
no time to waste,
this parking lot,
it is not safe.

Now lay right down
and don’t make haste.
Try to sleep,
despite the bass.

Stay in bed
and don’t get up.
The window’s fine,
the blinds stay shut.

Relax your little
youthful care,
and don’t come out,
Mommy won’t be there.

written August 5th, 2013

Sure, I might be
a well-mannered guy,
but girls can wait,
the time is nigh.

Mind over matter,
business before pleasure.
Crisis triggers
drastic measures.

Focus hard
while time passes.
It’s time to batten
down the hatches.

Put determination
at full sail,
I can not
afford to fail.

written August 5th, 2013

Days go by,
yet still I wonder.
I won’t cry,
but still I ponder.

After the grief,
despite my trouble,
can I avoid
the effects of others?

Can I dodge
the trodden dunders?
Get a job,
there’s no fun here!

Heart’s been beaten,
riddled with plunder.
Can I keep
from going under?