Simple aches in times ticking by
Heat without the flop sweat of humid air
Bone deep aches soothe away
Puzzle pieces trying to fit
Yearning for a trial run
For a chance to be happy
Shackled existence
Tethered to place
Instead of each other
Place becomes a clinging lover
Enticements
Inducements to stay
Wishing for the better life
Better infrastructure
Support for all you are and need
So that one day
You will rest steady
Deep in my embrace
place
Green mold days
Place feels like a cancer
Festering in the nested green
Feeding off of it
Felt malignant and spiteful
A tea kettle hissing
About to boil over
A green rot
Pretty on the surface
Eroding the souls of all who live
Within its borders
It’s no wonder the weather is so wild
It’s trying to stamp out the slow fire
Pelgris 