dead lines

another salesman just came to the door
her name was august
she said she'd be back

until then
i have time on my hands
nostalgia on my mind
ambition in my heart
laziness on the couch

june won't last forever, but it feels like it might

when i was 23 i wanted to be a writer
i don't know what i want anymore
maybe i'm living the dream

maybe i've settled

my son puts the sprinkler under the tramp and jumps with his shirt off
he doesn't wonder what might have been
or what could be
he just does
he just is

i should be more like him

it's 98 degrees outside
and if you stay in one spot for too long
the sun will melt you
that's the way it is around here too

sharks keep moving
dory keeps swimming
and i'm here on the couch

deadlines, deadlines
i say that i need deadlines
my dad is 62 this year
how much more of a deadline do you need?