Bed Monster

There seems to be a monster
He lives beneath the bed
I'm told he is an aweful guy
And not just in my head

We haven't seen him in a while
I'd forgotten he was there
Until the night we let the light
Get dimmer than we dare

Beneath the bed, that is his home
Like a garden to a knomb
He isn't going to eat the shoes
He isn't going to watch the news

So what's his name, what's his game
And what's he want from me?
Nothing, not a single thing,
But keep us from feeling free.

Make A Choice

Because there is only so much unclaimed real estate within a person.
Like a VHS tape, will run out of space and need recorded over.
And sometimes the price for loving one is giving up loving another.
I commit to you, my breakfast mango, and will forgo the toast, today.

If only lunch could be so simple.