familiar nook

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Here I am again in my favorite nook
looking out to a familiar scene

wondering why we never or why no one has ever put bubbles into that fountain

thinking of times with boyfriend to come

(ta-dunt-dun…i really need a drum kit to follow me around)

listening to librarians soft chatter

and an old mans breathing next to me as he slowly taps out an email

perhaps to his long-lost daughter

but i’m romanticizing things again

i’m pretty sure he is trying to figure out how to set up an online account

times are a movin’

things are changin’

life is pattering on

time is in so i can be paid

zines have been spoke of

fiction to be sent

pages turning and newspapers rustling

articles of beautiful cars being written

three blocks away my mom soaks into another episode of Gunsmoke

71 degrees Fahrenheit the day after Christmas, ahhh Florida I love ya

birds gliding on the wind

simple pleasures when you stop to look around.

Carry Me Through:

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To another dimension
To another scene
To flip the page
To another room
To another world
To a place not quite like this one
To your room
To the moon
To a fairy circle
To a forest full of ancient trees
To a dirty forgotten city where the artists gather and laugh over their bottles of wine with the sweet scent of tobacco wafting from their pipes
To you
To a place where I can just sit and watch or paint my surroundings
To the rain
To the fire

Wherever we’re going in this crazy Life of ours,
please promise me you’ll carry me through with you
because I always carry you with me.

Day of Writing Turns

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Some Borges analysis,

along with the beginning of a new short story.

A meeting,

to jump-start the future.

Critiques of how to fix up some stories.

Buy new books.

Filled with words,

yet some I haven’t managed to put forth.

Another day, another chance,

another line I want to manipulate.

But that’s just me, I guess,

Though sometimes I wish I were

Someone else, that

Didn’t have the need to express in words the things

I feel need to be said.

Oh Morissette, please never stop crooning out those truthful blues.

To go with the flow today,

might just bring me to the right stream.

 

Movin’ On

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She packs her life into these boxes.
These simple brown boxes that look extrodinarily  plain.
But inside, inside is a whole different story.
Hundreds of stories packed into a little brown box.
Like the shirt her boyfriend bought her after spilling soda on her at the movies.
The shirt she bought when she skipped school and got burnt as hell at the beach, but her mom never noticed.
The pants with the stain from the jello shot.
The necklace her Nana gave her.
The little fluff ball that her & her boyfriend called their love child back in the 9th grade.

Lots of memories.
Tons of time spent doing things that now we look back we can’t believe we actually did.
Life moves on.
Times change.
Gotta eventually pack your life into those simple brown boxes and move on.
You get rid of a lot of stuff.
You get new stuff.
But you always have the memories.