Sitting in a stall with the bathroom door open provides an illusion of privacy, but a reality of sounds and smells being shared with the unsuspecting

A new year rides in like a cat in the night?
Is that my hearing or fact?
Does it matter in the short run?
Dread or excitement as a look forward

Riding the crosswind to a bump and a thud
I think excitement while old ladies cross themselves
Elated to touch the tarmac again
One leg to home

Herds of do-good well wishers clamour for any ear to incline
Talking but saying nothing of value outside of the circle
Who listens to such a wind

Waiting for nothing is akin to playing a stringless guitar
Nails across a blackboard in my soul as the tv senselessly drones on
Power is rude Doc

up and wishing to be down
rest hides far behind my eyes
much to do with little time to spare
my body cries out for reserves long exhausted
time t

Geeks and baseball
buy a program and see
cover to cover in eight innings
color me with a sharpie
mini-geek takes in the spectacle
not one chance