vitality gets dispelled by a plan, yet planning is expected and encouraged. i wish we could release our blueprints more readily, without fear, to the wind stirred up by a rising sun.
i remember our old town, early eighties. we were kids, riding our ten speeds out for some records or ice cream or pizza or movies, and usually to your house same day. find some trees to climb or trouble to get into. even then i felt different and it made me uneasy around people. painful sometimes. but i always felt i could be myself around you. i wonder what you’re up to now. life is hard, isn’t it? i wish i could find you and take you down some dirt path where we could talk, trade cards, and i could thank you.
jackrabbits jumpin through my mind, skippin over all the traps all the dips all the trips, go rabbit go, don’t you let this crazy world get you down, tuck those ears back off the breaking of the news, follow the good path you’ve been given for to choose.
stay up all night
worship the moon
run endless b-flicks
you either can get past whatever you did in your past, or you cannot get past the past. today feels sorry for your tomorrows.
reading the news headlines every night before bed, i tend to become tired and uninspired. reading a book does me better. i think i am perishable. i need to care for myself a little extra.