Tapioca and...

Eating pudding
in the cool of this night.

In my one room apartment
costing me a fortune.

My skin summer fried
from the scorching day.

Phone corks in my ears continuously
listening to my favorite podcasts.

Slow picked and ready to pop,
everywhere and everyone

working endless days,
loneliness an accepted fact.

Retirement will be a trick of tales
down a road and over a cliff,

where I will laugh on the way down,
full of tapioca pudding and a good burp,

but feeling so guilty
that I didn't listen... to God.