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Less Time
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Poems of Midlife, Memories and Letting Go
LanguageEnglish
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Release dateApr 26, 2016
ISBN9781456606848
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    Less Time - Matt Trusskey

    978-1-4566-0684-8

    Midlife

    You're in Midlife When

    You go to the store to buy a magnifying glass

    To pull a splinter out of your wife's foot, alas.

    Your midday nap becomes a requirement

    To watch the evening news and dream of retirement.

    Your youthful thoughts and pains of the heart

    Become aches of the body and joint pains smart.

    Your daily desire is no longer to get laid

    But to get the house note timely paid

    Your current memory begins to fade in less time

    And you need sticky notes to remember a rhyme.

    The highlight of your day is out for dinner

    To celebrate the removal of a big toe splinter.

    Pirates All

    Stone tavern smoky and dark

    Wine and pewter cups abound

    A salty mix of smells drift

    Her supple ruby lips glisten

    Through long curly chestnut hair

    Voluptuous wild hips

    Spin round and round

    Soul dizzy with passion

    Forgetting humanity, reality

    Fevered music accentuates

    My intoxication, then…

    We find each other

    I reach to caress and kiss

    Her sweaty velvet skin

    Slower, then faster she moves

    Hidden passion exposed

    Her hands lacing my hair

    Clutching my fiery head

    To her breasts

    Volcanic lust compels us

    Into the shadows

    Then I take her

    And she loves it!

    If

    If you heard me,

    Would your ear turn silent?

    Yielding to loud storms

    Wind swept and violent.

    If you spoke to me,

    Would your tongue go dry?

    Desert raindrops fall

    Squeezed from life's eye.

    If you touched me,

    Would your fingers rot?

    Touch the soiled earth

    Dig a child's burial plot.

    If you befriended me,

    Would your soul wane?

    Go ahead, try to live

    For joy and for pain.

    If you loved me,

    Would you shut the door?

    All we could have is

    Much and ever more.

    And if…

    Aftermath and Science

    Psychedelic explosions of pastel greens laced with yellow tips

    dance on my eyelids in a purple sky.

    Lying

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