dead in shorts

i haven’t written for weeks
i’m unpossessed
half a man
like corrupted machine code
it takes effort to be good

it was one of the first days of spring
warm enough to walk around the house
in just my underwear

which i did
comfortably

alone with the flow of
familiar tunes
slow with
lazy  and indifferent
animals
wandering
as a cool breeze swept through the house

no booze, nor fire
but i think
that’ll come later

at almost 40
this ain’t bad
for a saturday afternoon

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