A trip around the sun

A poem

He was lonely
but it was painless 
January came silently in the night 
a carbon monoxide libido pill 
to kill any drive he had left 

Women spooked him
February was scary 
he, awkward as a bad wig 
secluded himself to work from home
with the ghost of Valentine roses 

March marched in, goose stepping
he feared the fierce footsteps
from the attractive neighbour
bringing in spring, passed the mat 
outside his flat door

The skeletons in his closet 
rained bones when he got himself dressed
old jumpers, and jeans bought by lost loves
April brought showers 
so, he wore his birthday suit all month,  instead

The nuns take pity 
they serve a greater purpose in chastity 
yet, he tossed his chances in the ocean 
a pilgrim abandoning his May flower 
for the savage coast 

There they crossed 
in the hot corridor, in June
the kitten heeled führer at flat #5
and the hallway acrobat
Spider-Maning by, as an inverted introvert 

the weather lady kept him informed 
of the July sun he obscured by blind
in good company of the tv
yawns poured over cereal 
risen to eat on the stroke of noon

August-us stunk like a dirty engine
the street greeting the window, ajar
stuck to his skin 
an uninvited house guest 
ruling his sanctuary as an emperor 

A knock at the door!
sheathed phallus in waistband 
morning glories hidden point
toward terrifying beauty bringing baked goods 
Septembers harvest was bountiful 

Visiting his vicinal Valkyrie with favour returned
October ousted an oven fresh “Octo”pie  
tentacle fingers burned on the baking tray
apples, currants, sugar, cinnamon, butter, flour, egg and angst
a magic eight ingredients, wriggling in the heat

The first Saturday of November erupted 
he blew compliments like budget fireworks
dry, between sips of velvety Syrah 
her tongue of Egyptian cotton spun chat 
his thoughts were hieroglyphs 
 
Jolly and red faced, with festive breath
artificial mistletoe of flashing neon street
a kiss to fruit their flirtations 
juice of his veins, sweetened 
December ended with something new. 

© Darius the Mate 22-12-2021

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Written for Shay’s Word Garden.

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