In Which A Simple Chore Makes Me Question My Sanity Every Time

An open suitcase sits upon my bed,

All items from my list are in there, and

Some extra things, besides. But in my head

My packing's incomplete. You understand,

You list-makers, who start long weeks before

A trip, and check the damned thing ev'ry day,

Who scribble things out, then add a few more,

Quite certain aught's forgotten. There's no way

A perfect packing job has been achieved,

Not ever in my lifetime, this I know!

I start too soon and second guess me, grieved

To think of being without something. I'll go

O'er these two lists once more before I sleep,

But dream of errors; wake up early. Meep!

In Which I Team Up With @Ghostfinder To Mess With Your Pea Pickers, Pilgrim

The West is where I hang my tattered hat

At present, and, as of this morning, where

My next big writing project takes place. That

Excites me, and it pleases me to share

The news! My good pal Adam Christopher,

A voodoo steampunk master (horror, too)

Is teaming up with me (we did confer

This very morning early); our aim's to do

Up Weird West creeped-out fiction like no one

Has yet attempted. We are just the team

To do it, too, in process having fun

At vast unhealthy levels, it would seem.

So git those spurs on, little buckaroo,

'Cause soon enough something will holler "Boo!"