justwrite 19 july

it's okay to feel like that sometimes to drop frozen limes into still lemonade the shade hasn't made it yet but there's time to spill we find ourselves wiping up and drinking cups full of wonder the shady turns that earn attention don't talk to me don't buy me a drink don't think i'm listening i'm turning toward a different page rearranging ages and times the meaning i've defined as my own is in a language you don't know any words of or have ever heard of when everyone is saying goodbye too easy to sigh from a missed flop a slipped lip message the chords pulled tight an early night tucked in with hopes easily remoted away clicked to pause or fast forwarded to their inevitable conclusions allow me my illusions for a few more screens a few less mean facts counteracting imaginings the strategies we seize upon at such times can easily rewind to savage truths the garden of youth and the towers of responsibility crashing in cashing out when the sound is drowned by dance club static too old to be so dramatic the loneliness is hardly traumatic but when the postcards come when the words turn tender it's an easy surrender a soft sell to render tears in silly corridors the closed doors behind protecting from any misdirection the early detection warning system shunted off to other triggers bigger than sadness i am bigger than alone and the crow and the oregano rhyme themselves into wondering why they've bene invoked surely they hope not to be cooked together not quite of any one feather this pair and this is how things work you get on a bus and you buy a ticket but who sits down with half a crown in front of you or beside is a tried and true experiment you can't predict from one moment to the next you're waiting for a text and a call comes in you didn't expect from a number you don't know and it's on with the show must go on and we know the outcome will come out any old way it chooses the truth is out there and so is the doubt but the shouting's all about life the energy that makes me tell stories that could have happened the questions you ask while waiting for surprise the sunrise and why i love flowers ask me why and i will sing you a song i will teach you to dance my dances fancy as they may be and in tripping tongues unstrung from the docks the fox trotting over the bay watching the tide tie its tie tight against the empty night waiting for the sails to fill with dreams and cover the sea with light