Flex Time

Once again, NaPoWriMo is upon us and, once again, I will sporadically post four first drafts before flaking on the whole thing. 

I had to wake up earlier than usual today and have lost most of my coherence. I call this "Flex Time." 

Lays coiled around a pillar of the community, heart swollen,

Lies dripping off silver tongue sincerity,

sweet somethings whispered and forgotten. 

Lays across your neighbor’s lawn, winking like “come hither”

Lies about you working late, encourages frustration

like neighbors banging through the ceiling

like little specks that float between 

eyelids and waking moments.

Lie with me.