3\7\11

I kicked an object yesterday in anger and despair,

It bore me no ill will or hate. My malice was unfair.

My force drew no reaction.  Quite inanimate, it stayed,

All temporary satisfaction soon began to fade.

And as I calmed and thought, ‘this thing did nothing to offend’,

My foot began to swell and sting. I kicked it once again.

3\6\11

I’d now like to propose a toast,

To all the many times,

That we forgot to be verbose,

And simply drank our wine.

Such salutations oft forget,

Our trials as glasses clink.

And those we’d mention fortunate,

Let’s have them not be jinxed.

3\5\11

I’ve never wanted more to go to sleep,

To close my eyes and drift beneath and stay.

All that I am, let my subconscious keep,

Lest spend the nightmare of these waking days.