when people don’t get your joke

unable to find the folds of your smile,
the punchline slowly backed
away from the thin straight line
of your neutral lips-disheartened,
it sullenly retreated, shivering from
its failure of becoming born
retreating into a shell of awkward silence
sucking its thumb as it sulked


not a morning person

I tried to wake up at 7;
after 3.5 hours of grueling
and arduous labor
I succeeded

Sorry, not even your biceps

can lift this weight
that is my heart
it cannot be spotted
no matter how hard you try
it needs its only anaerobic
push, reps and reps of
high impact intervals
to metabolize its deadened muscles
more salt, more grunts, more
counts, more oxygen -breath-
more fervent wishing, more

-deep, deep inhale-

to get back
back on
back on its beat