29 december

pleased like a breeze that drew its breath from dew that flew the coop and recouped its losses tossed like a salad and sung like a ballad to the end of broken hearts: let us depart in pieces in the name of delores and all the pie pieces that fit together to weather storms that coffee cups can cure and that tea can draft off decaf wafts the troughs and all the cattle calls I’m stalling out I’m falling bouts of cannon powder the wonder at ceasing at never releasing the tension I’m trying not to mention what never could have been and the neighbors change the spin as their newspapers turn their pages as the bicycles raise their wages we are all just counting time until the parade begins again the cliff the riffs and all the circuses the next gig the carnival’s big and the commercial’s almost over for my next trick the easy lick and the bridge with the electric guitar from spain the one from the stolen train from the night with the moon in the mountains when that girl with the blankets broke those hearts and the wine and the trees changed his mind and I turned to a different page but the hills and the winds and the colors and the rains and the seas and the everelse and if you knew then I’d already be gone so let’s laugh as the eyelids grow otherwise and let’s turn down the sequels for the now