Hey, been tryin’ to call but I just got home
Got a great glass hanging lamp and ends with someone
who just decided you and I gotta get out of here.
Speaking of which, I couldn’t have said it better myself. I heard it
in a new song and I feel the same. There’s a heat wave still at work, darlin’, and
the lemon tree is going to break, a sweet thang I saw on the way has
big plans for tonight and as quickly as she drove
into my life
she was gone.
Of course, good luck with the fun times.
Sending you good thoughts:
It will be better than fine. Just do your best and if not, I understand. This life will be here when you’re ready. You take a deep breath, I’ll enjoy my time here—
and if not, take solace in knowing it’s just temporary. But it’s a step in the right direction.
The classics lay on the beach
wary sunshine ticked a sky
of clouds as numbers, air as time
chairs repaired by soakers spread
with sweating drinks and aspartame
The day played arid calm
A lagoon awaken by stones
tossed from spokes spoken on gravel road
where child and chrome rolled
it was, home on hold
Sun casually ceased,
air deemed it time.
I.
Get up
Go out
Conquer fears
II.
Stoplight crosswalk
Stoplight crosswalk
Crosswalk crosswalked
III.
Nameless, gameless, homeless, hairless, heartless, fearless
IV.
Wondering
Who’s the
Chinatown
Checker
Champion
V.
Take off your
stupid cheap sunglasses!
VI.
Errands ran with speed and accuracy
VIII.
Think I found
man in dreams
IX.
Dodging Greenpeace, park sunning amongst lost.
X.
An attempt
at the
longer route
XI.
And then
the music,
it died.
XII.
Make a list,
lift my spirits
XIII.
It’s a cheese sandwich for dinner.
XIV.
Look for ways
to feel lovely
XV.
What goes down must come up
XVI.
What goes up must come down
XVII.
Then fall to shades of sleep
Never take a sunny day for granted,
not only for the light,
But truly missed is the warmth.
You were a cigar, a dugout star, the big win until the boom.
Give it a ride, kid. See one you like and
give it a ride. We rode in the bed
of the Hemi on a summer day until boom. The blast that
struck you out forever. Then there was nothing,
no more Yankee games, big trucks and lineups. No more Dairy Queen, the softball dream you saved me for. No more
pleading from third’s corner, screaming Swing, swing, kid! Swing! Or the jean shorts with your belly flopped over the waist, gap teeth. No more cap
to cover the bald spot that stole your hair. Just Boom! Just like
three on, two down, one to go…wheel kid, wheel!
One boom!
and you’re out. Like a ride over the field, past the fence, into
the street. Like a trip around the bases, dispute with the referee like
boom. In the park
at the picnic table, face boom! down.
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