Stalk Around the Block

Was I the stalker and were you the stalkee?
Or were you the one who was following me?

Slightly stout and older a bit
I don’t quite remember the very first hit

How many times one encountered the other
So similar in thinking I’d have thought you my brother

Even on the train you sat across from my seat
Direct confrontation not exactly a treat

Hope our encounter was a one time thing
I’d hate to call the cops if you decide to ring

Or if you called them on me instead
I’d have to hide in my garden shed

So friend or foe or whatever your name
I’ll avoid you if you do the same

Seasonal Uprising

Could spring be coming?
Or is that thought too becoming?

For of winter we found no body
But who seems to care now? Nobody

Could spring come up rising?
Or is this a lead in to summer’s uprising?

Mutiny among seasons is never more
Obvious than a raven saying ‘nevermore’

Playing Safe

Goodnight goodnight my faded friend
Not sure if bitter but surely an end
You gave what-ifs as a reason to bounce
I suppose you were scared that commitment would pounce
Just because I saw in the distance a future
Doesn’t mean right now that I’d want to you suture
I’m no psychic but I should have seen
How badly you wanted out of this, clean
Take some time, we’ll be friends someday
But until then we will pause, not play

The Cycle of Life

Going to the gym
Does not mean you will get slim
You might stuff yourself to the brim
When eating food supposed to trim
Because feeling that if you swim
Benefit will go to your limb
If you’re right you’ll have vigor and vim
But if not you must go again to the gym