I slept in on a Friday.

Drousy sleepy all the day.

I rang up on a close friend.

On a beach, far far away.

Another year arrives on Monday.

I try to watch like I don’t care.

My boy said he’s a girl now.

This one broke me. In two, I swear.

I’m not here in soul or spirit.

Just in flesh in sweat and grind.

I tell myself that all is groovy.

But the love I just can’t find.

It’s all quiet in the evenings.

Lightning mists of swirling grey.

In a world that wants to break me.

Will have to wait far, far away.

I am going narcissistic.

From here on out, it’s only me.

I don’t care; outside opinions.

You take your chances. See what you see.

In my head where there’s all reasons.

I leave it there in case I lose.

No broad strokes. No fine tuning.

No new friends is what I choose.