New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

spitting
teeth into a
plastic glass when retirement
sprees shut down and the new life starts...
stumbles

stumbles
not my dear friend
you still have to go a
long way to attain Nirvana
Have heart!

Have heart!
Oh, weary soul.
Turn those exiled footsteps
to the fabled kingdom beyond
the hills.

The hills
bubble with green
Clustered blobs of hillock
Full of rocks, soil, insects, worms, germs,
atoms

atoms
and inside these
worlds within worlds, our world
spinning from dark to light, fighting
for what?

for what?
our pointless lives:
to breed and acquire?
there must be more that will make us.
humans!

humans
have not evolved
from lower forms, they just
turn old with age and finally
pop off .

pop off
you stinky jerk
You're misting up
The window with your bad breath; have
a mint.

a mint
a sprig of green
floating in my iced tea
the subtle flavor coats my tongue
refreshed

refreshed
back to the start
yes, time to try again
I'm sure your diligence will pay
try again

try again
wake from a dream
show the night its rainbow-
come, sit on the violet edge,
barefoot

barefoot
in clear water
iridescing brightly
in the darkening shower's
crystal

crystal
vases and kitsch
to be given as gifts
on the november day we joined
married

married
matrimonied
wedded locks of passion
toasting the connubial bed
smiling

smiling,
I am the wave,
curl of white from the wind,
see me rise in the downstream run,
then gone