This allergy season,
We start our days with nights
Brimming with boys
With better posture than I.
I am my own ghost town
But at least there is
An above ground swimming pool
For the birds to shit in.
My love won’t change
In spite of whatever
The middle has in store
For me, even cold soup.
Revolution is not an option,
So finishing up Friday’s
With a seltzer and some
Tunes from a CD player.