Sugar Skulls and Marigolds.

Here lies sit-ups:“25, every day”.I’ve been alive650 months so far. This never happened.It’s bizarre –I bought a mat,a book, an app…if I lie down,I take a nap.Simple fitness done half-hearted:Here lies sit-ups,never started.Here lies glutenCroissants. Guinness.When’d we last have that stuff in us?I remember Krispy Kremessweet fat filled cardiologic dreamsbut Twizzlers were my favorite treat(how the heck’s that made of wheat?)Staff of lifeBut not for meHere lies glutenPermanently.Here lies midnightMuch too lateOnce a year I’d try to waitbut London’s fireworks are greatand done by half past six. By eightI’m yawning, eyelids not so steady“Hey Year, c’mon, just end already.”backwards counting clocks are fineboth down to twelve or down to nine…It’s a theory throughly tested.Here lies midnightbetter rested.Here liesbackpacking aloneOver there, tequilas proneThat plot there’s a perfect choicefor Ulysses by James JoyceTime is shortthough days seem longI don’t know, there’s nothing wrongit’s, just the way this season pullsall marigolds and sugar skullsreminds me that, if LabradorI’d probably be on Cycle 4So I tried some thing new to sharea Calaveras poem this yeara gashlycrumbly little rhymecommemorating spookytimeinspiring things to decomposeold aspirations, habits, clothes – Oh! Here lies blue in any jean. Yeah.Whew. Well, Happy Halloween. Get full access to :lowerblackpain at lowerblackpain.substack.com/subscribe