noting hobnobbing networks in a withdrawn way

writing rhymes again with a more homely wordplay

folding away by living a more uncouth life

calling this midpoint a means for the old keepsakes

thrusting twenty-four-bell clocks on the masses

making all day-marks have a year-month-day layout

reckoning another shift back to the big town

becoming milder after finding stiller paths

crafting a new but still-understood way of speech

shifting away from new strange words from strange backgrounds

having nothing ready for today save for this

wanting a seventh game to happen tomorrow

heaving a set of drawers down the cellar stairs

getting set for what might make up the year's last match

going off to dream about the upcoming year

taking a leaf from the book of the happy one

having a stab at setting up a new screencast

wishing that the home group takes it to the world set

riding out the days with fresh online works like this

making steady headway with these said online works

chugging the black coffee as the dark noon hangs on