NDSL, Day 15.

Perhaps it makes me pampered.
Perhaps it makes me weak.
But judging from the weather,
Outside can fuck itself this week.

NDSL, Day 14.

Saddened that I'm not surprised, my faith is falling flat.
I stop; I put the world away, and snuggle with my cat.

NDSL, Day 12.

(holy wine drunk.) Stop a minute,
Realize the state you're in,
Look around you, valuate it;
Soak in the amount of win.

NDSL, Day 11.

I miss your stare of cold disdain,

  You wore it like a glove.

Don't look at me like that, my dear-

  Like something you could love.

NDSL, Day 10.

Like a pocket moist from rain
Wrong, but functioning just fine
For now. Or bacon, cooked, but floppy,
Not quite right; I won't decline
A bite. Or wouldn't. Maybe. And that's
How I was. I didn't show it
Until now - terse and tense -
Still not fine, except I know it.

NDSL, Day 9.

The flavor of a cold one correlates to many things:

Free's a taste exceeded only by a stolen's spring,

But beer at work? There's a savor sweet enough for kings.

NDSL, Day 8.

A wall of stone, a battered cage,

The burning outline of a ghost,

And iron, rusted, silent, dead.

You make a bigger dent than most.