Damnit! Ⅰ binged
again Ⅱ day
Ⅳ life was hard
and so Ⅰ
Ⅷ my stress away.
O why do Ⅰ so of Ⅹ gorge?
Since turning ⅩⅬ
Ⅰ’ve been extra large.
age
Daze in a rut
At a certain point, some of us just sit down and watch the rest of our lives go by.
Don’t let it happen to you!
Girl-heart
Her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair.
scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935, pages 125–126
End’s edge
Old age —
gazing into the night
with half-closed eyes —
Life had become
a shadow of Time
scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005,
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,
Precarious
Aging is millions of moments
stacked upon tumbling years
What 45 feels like at 3 a.m.
Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
The feels & frights of aging
With each passing year, the body turns more prison than shelter.
Keep playing
Keep playing, young one —
keep playing
Keep playing, mother —
keep playing
Keep playing, grandmother —
keep playing
Keep playing, white-haired youth-at-heart —
skip off into death
with a giggling heart.
Middle
A headstone is just a bookmark in our unfinished lives.