run to catch the metro
another will be along soon
and there’s no one waiting
at home anyway
drink more than one bottle of wine
the mouth gets numb
and you can’t taste it
or tell if it’s red or white
spend more than 15 minutes
playing solitaire
and try not to cheat
accept losses more than wins
eat hot dogs
for breakfast
that’s why they invented
cornflakes and yogurt
tell stories to people
half the time
they don’t listen
and it just makes me
homesick for my friends
talk to myself
in public
someday someone
will know enough English
to punch me in the mouth
display so many of your pictures
it’s pointless to have them
staring at me
from the bookshelves
love someone unselfishly
because next time
I’m going to be a little selfish
and expect the woman
to love me a little bit, too
Leonard Durso 
Sounds like reasonable resolutions for improving your quality of life.
😊
Thank you. I hope so.
You’re welcome.
This is great. I like how each resolution represents the speaker’s loneliness until the last two hint at a sour romance. A pleasure to read.
Thank you, Ryan.
Naw… That would make you far too much like normal folks. Where’s the poetry in that?
Well, you have a point there, I think.
I like that, Sarah!
Love the part about speaking to yourself. I do that in my car but I figure people can think I have blue tooth.
Maybe I should try dangling earplugs from my ears.
Maybe so.
You said so many things…deep and revealing. It was wonderful.
Thank you.
🙂
There you go again – nice little chat about life and trains and wine etc etc and then you have to thrown that last verse. I’ll never learn.
Neither will I.
This made me smile! Dry humor is disarming,
Thank you, Julia.
Nice post sir 😊
Thank you.
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