childs pose
i hardly write drunk anymore, i'd rather
hold your hands and spin in circles until we fall down, laughing at ourselves and the economy and how we told everyone to just "fuck right off" because we overcame, believe in nothin, experience everything. remembering things as they're happening that's the right track i swear! -- looking not forward nor to the rear but to my left, where i find my peace. there is a place, between my lungs, above my liver, below my throat, where i've choked you up perhaps 3 or 4 times, in just the right shape to breathe you in for a moment and release,
was driving down cadieux today, on my way southbound I-94 to 75 towards old friends that no longer care, passed a school. must have been the last day of class for these youngsters, a whole gaggle of 'em 8-10 yrs of age yelling each one trying to muffle the next but just one girl, one blonde grl by herself, blue shirt yellow letters about 9 feet away from the school of prepubescent fish left hand tiny purple bottle, foil seal poked through and frayed, right hand yellow plastic wand two little holes for an equally tiny set of lips pressed together in pink halo blowing the tiniest little translucent blue bubbles -- spinning furiously and laughing and laughing so hard, the perfect moment for her and ripped me straight out of my chair innocent before becoming cognizant of war and disease and uncertain futures and friends who forget your name and lovers you'll pine for and write bout for weeks until your hands finally become cold, before all of that and more, spinning and laughing and not giving 1 single damn and reminding me that worrying and sadness and anger yes all choices, dead skin to shed with a good shake and a shower, no excuse to ever carry all that around again but don't worry about me
i'll be
in the tallest green pine, sit
ting on the third branch from the
tippy tip top
with my hands on my knees
smiling and watching you walk by
"i havent said a word in weeks/'cuz they've been keepin me from you"
it hits me softly at first but i get it. yeah. maybe time for secret journals, "for yr own pleasure" but i'll show you all if you want, i'll open my chest like a white leather coat see that yes, touch my heart and listen close, you'll need no interpreter i'm an open book when it comes to these sorts of things [Jack Of Hearts] mostly been a downfall of mine but i've only got so many years on the planet you know why play games?, it's just the way i feel no harm in all of that, rambling again. childs pose laid flat on my stomach face pressed on black rubber pouring sweat onto the mat god bless the forest, it's where he hides,
i see no harm in all of this, in setting a metronome to match your pulse and
placing it by my bed to
(rock
me
to sleep)
love openly and freely,
you will never be hurt,
and neither will I
trust in the moon &stars
let me tell you their secrets
and we will stand
and spin
and laugh
and blow kisses
to each other
hold your hands and spin in circles until we fall down, laughing at ourselves and the economy and how we told everyone to just "fuck right off" because we overcame, believe in nothin, experience everything. remembering things as they're happening that's the right track i swear! -- looking not forward nor to the rear but to my left, where i find my peace. there is a place, between my lungs, above my liver, below my throat, where i've choked you up perhaps 3 or 4 times, in just the right shape to breathe you in for a moment and release,
was driving down cadieux today, on my way southbound I-94 to 75 towards old friends that no longer care, passed a school. must have been the last day of class for these youngsters, a whole gaggle of 'em 8-10 yrs of age yelling each one trying to muffle the next but just one girl, one blonde grl by herself, blue shirt yellow letters about 9 feet away from the school of prepubescent fish left hand tiny purple bottle, foil seal poked through and frayed, right hand yellow plastic wand two little holes for an equally tiny set of lips pressed together in pink halo blowing the tiniest little translucent blue bubbles -- spinning furiously and laughing and laughing so hard, the perfect moment for her and ripped me straight out of my chair innocent before becoming cognizant of war and disease and uncertain futures and friends who forget your name and lovers you'll pine for and write bout for weeks until your hands finally become cold, before all of that and more, spinning and laughing and not giving 1 single damn and reminding me that worrying and sadness and anger yes all choices, dead skin to shed with a good shake and a shower, no excuse to ever carry all that around again but don't worry about me
i'll be
in the tallest green pine, sit
ting on the third branch from the
tippy tip top
with my hands on my knees
smiling and watching you walk by
"i havent said a word in weeks/'cuz they've been keepin me from you"
it hits me softly at first but i get it. yeah. maybe time for secret journals, "for yr own pleasure" but i'll show you all if you want, i'll open my chest like a white leather coat see that yes, touch my heart and listen close, you'll need no interpreter i'm an open book when it comes to these sorts of things [Jack Of Hearts] mostly been a downfall of mine but i've only got so many years on the planet you know why play games?, it's just the way i feel no harm in all of that, rambling again. childs pose laid flat on my stomach face pressed on black rubber pouring sweat onto the mat god bless the forest, it's where he hides,
i see no harm in all of this, in setting a metronome to match your pulse and
placing it by my bed to
(rock
me
to sleep)
love openly and freely,
you will never be hurt,
and neither will I
trust in the moon &stars
let me tell you their secrets
and we will stand
and spin
and laugh
and blow kisses
to each other