Short Staleness Poems

it's teeth
some jaw around 
my head, biting
baiting an air beast
wintering wind
anaconda squeeze
of miserly monsters
that I'm dragging
as I walk and wings
whose tips stipple 
cheeks, reddening
through slow-mo
torture but somehow
that winter stroll
hidden critters galore 
is a glorious break
beckoning staleness
from stolid afternoons...

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My being here before thy faith,
a signifying turn of wait
Oh, halt the time within, not hate
the staleness, nor the sameness state.

And gratify me not with rate
that I am bettering by gate,
I tend to own not, that I fate
my real self's owning of abate.

A giving wield, a blessing's mate,
that Godly given finds relate.
His helping hand does indicate,
my soul's true stand in thy debate!...

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Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight 
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch 
The tenderness we cry for
Fearing heavy
Those frangible lovers
Remaining hidden
Behind bloodshot eyes
Masking the obvious veracity
Of a single hope 
A love repressed in the stupor
Of alcoholic comfort
Ever silently aching
In deadpanned hearts…...

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Time has come for drama to end.
Serving no one’s purpose to recall,
True responses shall never send.

Many souls have been lost to a fall.
Friends forever forgotten so trite,
It has even started a free for all.

Drama has no wrong or right.
It brings staleness to life.
There is never any delight.

Delivering misguided strife.
No one wins in this game.
It truly has become rife.

While we are the ones to blame,
Drama is a complete shame....

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Waking up to the 
smell of sweaty socks
much like a locker room
at the gym.

Took my morning brew outside -
relieving my lungs of the staleness
of a closed room.

The air much to be 
a relief as I watch the clouds
and trees moving in a world 
of continual change.

Nothing ever to stay the same
except for change - and fresh morning
air cooling my brew - good thing
to be living alone - who else
could put up with the stench
of sweaty socks - or a stale room?...

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