An old one, but a favourite. And I’m feeling a little old today.
I always thought
I could stack up my regrets
and one day
I’d dig out that really helpful ‘ten steps to freaking whatever’ instruction manual
and while holding it in one hand
kick the stack over
into the wind.
What a gorgeous day…
this self sufficiency shit really works.
But that’s my parallel universe.
I so love it there.
I ponder it
from the bottom of this deep hole my regrets
pebbles in knees blood drips in degrees depending on motion and height of the trees in ways so undaunting and friendships unhaunting we packed up our bags and rode from the taunting within our own mind we pedalled the wind and the twist of the road from siblings unkind
golden the handshakes we never knew everyone did it so we did not too the secrets unfolded then refolded wrong and how we laughed later when hearing that song and promises broken before they were made the pastor’s son kindly spiked lemonade but we did ask nicely and he knew us from…
a minor detail and life moved along and dancing all night our friendship stayed strong…
This was so not like the other door she had opened. This was better.
She had never appreciated their persuasiveness as much as she did now. She made a mental note to thank them after the recording.
Best game show ever.
“I’ll take these.”
he had heard it all before.
all those longing rhymes. with door
revolving the cool.
the directing wants reversing
the spectres need rehearsing
he said. I can’t remember.
I just loved the music.
First day of the year.
Evaluating movement through life’s substance. (Or is it residue?)
Remember when you told me Vaseline was made from gasoline, and here, have some for the healing…
Remember how we wanted that clown for the party?
(I tried to publish this three times and WP didn’t save it for some reason. Hence the title 🙂 …I thought it was just me. Maybe it is…)