Friday, October 20, 2017
There is a car
far in the distance,
an after thought of sound.
The birds have claimed this space
What do they fear...
Flight seems so easy
until you have legs.
Then your feet leave prints
and the floor boards creek
and everyone knows
you just aren't capable of stairs...
and you're sneaking out
the best you can,
dropping gifts like horse turds
(at least that's how they're seen).
"You left me with shit!"
I tried to leave you everything...
And that's the crux of it.
I have driven a painful road,
not unlike your own,
just a pendulum swing away really...
and I tilled a field by hand,
blisters, then calluses, then
the supple understanding of human skin.
How frail we are. How needy.
I can't drive on that road any longer,
pot holes dug with anger and unforgiveness.
I have no more need to journey there.
It's memorized and lebotomized
I hope I see you on the other side.
It's an idealists notion,
but I've always been an idealist
for the kids.