Some 80s band that my original
Locale seems to adore
From a massive cultural island
To another island across distant shores
I scored and soared pond-rocks across
I just finished up
An hour and a half
Workout
I choose to keep you on the phone
And let the shuffle of the playlist lull you
-to sleep.
In this,
I know I did good for myself.
Yoga and kettlebell
Workouts
Just to adjust my broken shoulder blades
Than hang incorrect
But get to work,
All-the-same.
So be it.
I have been complaining to you
Since the last time
My internal inertia
Bred a
Workstyle of eternal
Fruition
Or otherwise
My back-brace would not be on.
I didn’t dance as a dragon
Though you tell me of golden stories
And I try not to remember the milky-white
Of your eyes rolled back in my hands
Some other band tells me
To run to gehenna of some sort
You like my bricked t-shirt of them in
Blue
And I think the world
Won’t be too cruel,
As long as it isn’t Silent.
Though,
I appreciate
We’re comfortable with each other
In the stillness
Of how loud this little world
Is
That I share
with you.
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