Here lies sit-ups:“25, every day”.

I’ve been alive650 months so far.

This never happened.

It’s bizarre –I bought a mat,a book, an app…

if I lie down,I take a nap.

Simple fitness done half-hearted:Here lies sit-ups,

never started.

Here lies glutenCroissants. Guinness.When’d we last have that stuff in us?

I remember Krispy Kremessweet fat filled cardiologic dreamsbut Twizzlers were my favorite treat(how the heck’s that made of wheat?)

Staff of lifeBut not for me

Here lies glutenPermanently.

Here lies midnight

Much too late

Once a year I’d try to waitbut London’s fireworks are greatand done by half past six. By eightI’m yawning, eyelids not so steady“Hey Year, c’mon, just end already.”

backwards counting clocks are fineboth down to twelve or down to nine…It’s a theory throughly tested.

Here lies midnightbetter rested.

Here liesbackpacking alone

Over there, tequilas prone

That plot there’s a perfect choicefor Ulysses by James Joyce

Time is shortthough days seem long

I don’t know, there’s nothing wrongit’s, just the way this season pulls

all marigolds and sugar skulls

reminds me that, if LabradorI’d probably be on Cycle 4

So I tried some thing new to sharea Calaveras poem this yeara gashlycrumbly little rhymecommemorating spookytime

inspiring things to decomposeold aspirations, habits, clothes –

Oh! Here lies blue in any jean. Yeah.

Whew. Well, Happy Halloween.

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