Working Saturday Nights

Too late for a drink, too tired to think,
too lazy to sink in the bath and relax,
too dirty to stagger to bed and collapse,
too bored to complain and too full to snack.

Guerilla Posting

Now and then, when night falls deep and dark,
and dims the recesses of my broken heart,
I heat the pass with thoughts of you,
and beat the blackness back,
with Cupid's darts.