Enough years have passed to go diggin’ for old memories. Here are a few in prose.
TEN MEN/”Happy Thoughts”
In that moment, my strength cannot be measured.
In that moment, I have lost myself.
In that moment, my last breath will be the only thing that could ever manage to wedge itself between me and her.
will you push my buggy
she held two boxes of rice in her hand and i could tell that not much of the weight of the world was felt as she debated. covered in the white glow of the grocery store she seemed right with the world. she did the shopping and i the pusher/moral support. we strolled the aisles and told the other what we wanted from love. most of what we said made no sense, but it felt good to say anything. on the turn to the breads she hit it, “i just want someone to push my buggy.” she was so right. someone to go to the store with, someone who will watch the movie i like even though she thinks its dumb, someone who knows when i’m just joking, someone who doesn’t let me quit, someone to pick flowers for, someone who will let me push her buggy. man…
pour yourself out
meltdown, my friend.
come and take over with myself.
have you ever been over the moon?
it is yes.
the backside of the joint
where the stories are told in a haze of pollution
let us meltdown.
i’ll keep the area clear.