052609
The faces were blank at first
the minds and eyes wandered
for the most part they said not a word
I was a bit disheartened.
My captive audience I feel I bore,
a failing in my entertainment,
desperation cast me here directing vain attention
unsuited though I feel.

052709
Me and the frozen peas
are holed up on the couch
they in case my arm
I melt them with my heat
then return them to re freeze
in two hours we will meet
in time we will recover
me and the frozen peas.

052809
Expectant faces inquisitive eyes
I hold the next move
anxious shy let go by the end
I'm flooded with questions
I can't keep up inventions occur
thirst weak voice dust
these shoes are all wrong
this bag anachronism.