guily pleasures

I sometimes take an e-moment
to check if anyone has commented on this blog
i find pleasure in the million times
I have looked to find no-one cares

often

before I write another obsolete little verse
I take a minute to relax
sit on the floor, barefoot
and focus on my breathing
study my movements like a blueprint
see me from afar

i assume

the words will fall from †he highest end of the table
and what will reach the low will only be static

Thing 1

Walking away I rejoice in the hands
Tuning it up, ahead with the band
Final days fill old sacks
It's good, good to be back