Deeply Anxious

Deeply anxious

In so many ways

How can I learn to say

The small ways I have

Grown

In times that require that

We let go

Of what we have known

What we learn

We head back to a time

When the best we can do

Is just wait in our corners

Me and you

Wretched Rotten

A wretched rotten

That’s all I’ve gotten

When there is nowhere else to go

Downtrodden

My mind

Collecting moments

I wish could be forgotten

Today’s memories

All the same

Will be knotted

To the post

In my brain

The Cuddly Cycle

Cuddle in on a wet Texas night

Making a move

Well after the thick twilight

In an evening muse of salutation

Yoga rejected sense of frustration

In a bed

On the road

Somewhere between being lost

And growing old