Mondays are very long days.... I leave my house at about 8:45 AM and don't get home until around midnight. So needless to say my commentary will be short tonight. Spoke with a friend tonight at length about some issues we have had in the past year with one another and it seems like a hopeful situation, so thats nice. Also my wife took some pictures of me cradling our dog, boozer, like a baby and it was very funny. I don't think Boozy was so keen on it but I'm sure he'll forgive me, or maybe kill me in my sleep tonight. (Those who know Boozer know that he's a bit weird kinda paranoid, kinda manic.) Anyways, heres the juice.
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THE TRASH MENAGERIE
I got a room full of this shit.
Tinker toys and refrigerator boxes.
These pieces of me left prematurely,
Like children on the first day
Of kindergarten.
Soft bodied dreams of joy and energy
Floating into open sky
Like balloons catching the wind.
I loved to sleep on assumptions
Of safe flight and wild, adventurous
Success,
But teenage ambition soon gave way
To self realization.
Those black gates swung open and what seemed
Like the waiting of one hundred years
Gone by
Laid upon sleepy,
Half-thought through attempts at
Summiting whiz hill.
Versions of half-aborted dreams that were
Still
Only in dreams.
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Soft bodied dreams of joy and energy...I will sleep on that tonight.
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