A new life; new walls, new people, all involved.
Walk small, walk tall, and most of all don’t fall.
All inside, now clean it out.
All about, now go without.
What have we left?
Just one phone call-
We had a small portion of a six pack left and a moderate buzz, which was more like a hangover.
Whatever it is we will throw it away.
Like a new day.
Like a new tomorrow.
On a new track.
Hold back.
Burn the rest.
Burn it to the filter.
Burnt out.
The rest is filler.
The fire smoldered until vanquished by lack of accelerant. The light was heaven sent, yet I was spent in a moonlit residence.
A different location, more pretty girls.
Locomotive at the station.
A different world, we notice
We notice more.
Choo-Choo.
A new life just ten blocks up and down.
Homeward bound, lost and found-to hear the sound of a familiar voice.
She cried when she left, I left with that…
I cried before and held my breath.
I tried but couldn’t die.
Friends lost in sorrow, we borrow…
We mourn, we are bored.
We take all in suspicious tolerance and then ignore.
That day was so bright, we almost couldn’t let go, but you had to.
You had to.
The grass is greener.
You had to.
And then you did.
There is nothing new under the sun; there is no originality, only authenticity, especially in this city.
Sadness and smiles have been around all the while.
This is not special.
Yet, we hardly notice things we hardly notice.
The sunshine was brighter in the loss, Bosnian (the language) seemed fathomable and old-fashioned-she said, “Fuck off Mother.” I said, “I am not your brother, I am just here for the money.” She said, “Lovely, now get back to work, Honey.” I think we had it mixed up a bit, but I kept working. I looked at her crossly as I picked up the broom.
And then…
I took off.
Like a rocket.
Punch.
On to the next big everyday situation.
