I am over the hill already

Hurdling to make a comeback

And I like it here

Working on the basic soundtrack

Of the making of the elements

That constitute one’s life

A life that’s worth half the effort

Put into making oneself

Worth living as an outcast

Smiling at beautiful young women

Sometimes with a wink

Over the hill there are grapes

There are risks worth taking up

Lazying around bathing in the sun

But kicking buckets of nails

Like truth to the cross

Without any known leaks

I wait to cut always

A new sound deal with ghosts

Around the liquid bend

There are stories that drip

To make your mind twitch

Waiting for a grant

To purchase peanut butter

In this staleness

Hoping for my heart

To get to know it