An afternoon in an ambulance; blacking out, with little of the feels

A stroke on me; slurring, without a voice

A night in Bellevue Hospital; unsuspected, unknown

Family in the room; care intensified

Friends here and amongst; paying respects

Yeah, it’s love

For sure, though, exposure is out. 

Connection is not mutual nor intersectional

No relational eye glow, for real though, like...Pro-Am Bowling

Major League Baseball

Fake wall, baked small

Basketball paywall

Dance into the fire

Tire pushed, pumped whole

Thread the wire through a hole

Thimble open, dires told

Many men dodge the bails

Many women post no bills

Many folks fear all ails

Many folks fold from ales

Many men dodge the bails

Many women post no bills

Many folks fear all ails

Many folks fold from ales

Lay it down on a platter for satisfaction

Rise it up above the clouds where the sounds are original

Cumulus first, then with stratus once

Cirrus now, cirrocumulus later

Spit it out