nibbling away at your sanity
Smoking hot cold fingers.
Running up the wall.
I found a new friend, but he doesn't say much.
Shy, I think. I call him Wally.
Under the bridge. Kinda blurry.
Maybe it's me. Maybe it was the bridge.
Blue cups in the shade.
Tiny, soft, they got it made.
In case something happens.
Or in case it doesn't.
I don't know what it means either.
If anything. So what's new?
Like that was ever possible.
From a random alley.
Lookin up the skie n the sun n all.
Goodenuff fr me. Likit.
A good day to chase the cat.
And wish I had one to chase.
Looks like this.
Around here anyway.
All lying together.
Remember, you can never believe a leaf.
Quietly rang their colors.
As I walked by.
Go in. Go left? Go away?
What is this thing, anyway?
After the dreams, the wars, the storms.
A new reality will settle out.
I think.
Maybe.
Was on the 13th, but it's Sunday.
And I feel pleasantly out of phase.
Memories of autumn.
Blue-shifting into the past.
Up and to the right. Or.
Down and to the left.
Another April 12. Just another day.
Except for my unexpected guest.
So morning. Always offering a fresh start.
Then looking around, I saw what I was lying in.
Two supporting characters.
Resisting the inevitable.
Some here. Some on the side.
Who's to complain? It's all good.
And see if it sticks.
By throwing it against the wall.
To where?
No one knows.
Again, the spring.
It comes, eh?
Hopefully reaching up.
Toward what comes next.
Speaks.
But what do it say?
Dorth of perthepshun.
Alley entrance.
Glad I noticed.
Sometimes I do.
Is what I got today. Which is good enough for me.
Or should I say "This here is what I gots."?