for few days
i did not write poems
and i felt bad about it.

i wanted to write poems
about credit cards,
my kids as forty year olds,
and some other stuff,
but no poems really emerged.

that is it. that is the poem.

few extra kilos per year
back pain
maybe whiskey
definitely beer
german car
wake up alarm for sex
everything is a ten year plan
not giving a shit
pretending to not know
how to count to sixty