Vacationist League: Algorithm & Blues

You do the math,
I keep the faith,
as we shade the area
under the curves.
We’re fast past
addition and subtraction,
through the multiplication
no long division can restore
the way we were before,
‘cause even when I’m gone,
you are not alone.

Algorithm and Blues.

I’m lost on
a recursion excursion,
panning my past
for buried nuggets of wisdom
long lost and scattered amongst
the sand, salt, and silt of our aggregate view....
Now hardened in the knowledge of you (in me, too).
Our foundation’s cast.
Must we build this house?
Can we make it last?

Algorithm and Blues.

Driving along,
I hear that old, slow R&B song,
The one we called our song
that fateful night we got it on.
Now I hate that song!


You bake the bread,
I mow the lawn,
and on Saturday night
we stay home and yawn.
Valerie’s the only joy we see.
This house is her palace
and this yard’s her emerald isle.
She wears an easy smile.
I pray she never discovers
we both love only her--
not each other.

Algorithm and Blues.