It’s two-thirty in the morning
And the rain settles through the leaves
Back against the old pine tree
I inhale on a cigarette
Twisting and turning of a stubborn brain
Then I remind myself
To look at the world
Look at the WORLD
And breathe the rain
My husband drove me over the edge into insanity, and I never recovered. Lol….have been talking with this one neighbor, he’s a bit older than me by 10 years, but a retired teacher and works as a stand-up comedian. Pretty interesting guy, actually.
But feel like I’m damaged goods….and worked the fact that I’m nuts into the conversation….why did I do that? I’ll tell you why….subconsciously I hope to scare him off because my A ticket expired for this ride and the only one left is for spinout where you’re lucky you don’t throw up.
Would really love to be watching the electric parade, but got stuck at the gift shop buying a stuffed mickey mouse and one of those huge multi-colored lollipops….
And all those pretty fireworks are starting over the castle, with crowds ooooing and aaahhhing…..meanwhile I’m looking at the lily pads in the moat and wondering how many frogs it takes…..
I would wish on a star….but got stuck in space mountain.
And a spoonful of sugar is supposed to be all you need, but I think I better order a truckload…have it delivered in care of tinkerbell to the peter pan ride.
Because not growing up has always seemed the best option, and wanting what you can’t have is getting a little old.
There is nothing more effective than silence
To linger in sweeping shadows
One fence expands the length and breadth
Of where we used to be
Under a blooming apple tree
My love for you
My hatred for me
We leave it all where it whispers a song
From growing quiet
The path of true belonging
I may be tired
I may be old
I may be sore
But sure has heck
Life doesn’t intend
To turn perseverance into
The morning tastes wet with images of you
I spark the day with thought
A mind is not
The piece of meat
That you feed your lions
Give me one reason not to hate your perfection
The golden hair that gleams purple
In circus light