Dripped dry

Comfort slides off the mattress,
the arm chair and the car seat

Lingering creases with the
residue of daily stress.

Favour focus
make work your home
Busy locusts searching
empty thrones

The love of the greeting
The compliment sweet
Tools of the trade
while cutting life´s wheat.

I skip a stone
across the waters of mediocrity
Lake complacency
still too cold to take a dip

I´m dripped dry
A hanging towel
almost placated by fungus
My will to throw it in
so humungus.

Shoulders cry for hands
Lips for lips
I´m as empty as the jar
you didn´t have the courage to throw away.