Fantastic shores

In bed at night his mind had a ferocious imagination
reality and unreality haunted his turbulent brain
the years ticked, an infinite clock of destiny
searching moonlight for the promise of a future
his reveries of heart were coasting on a fairy’s wing
as the world and universe drifted by fantastic shores.
But the sea, work, and women — physical outlets —
were his anchor — something old, hard, and soft.

scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925, pages 98–99 of the Scribner 2004 trade paperback

Midlife midriff

Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds,
      — and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart;
      — I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.

scrambled blackout poetry created from David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day, 2000, pages 136–139