Saturday, January 07, 2012

we used to be old

king of hearts,
on a thrift shop highball glass,
we were,
shelled,
bound,
unreachable,
but we cut ourselves free,
now we live out in the Difference,
opening,
changing,
being,
summoning imperfect courage,
you said not to worry 'bout nothin,'
and now I barely remember,
when I used to be old.












4 comments:

temporal rooms said...

ha!
i love this one H.P.
f#$%ing great. ~robert

Old Ollie said...

cool piece - I only remember I'm old when I hurt.

The Square Corner said...

There is nothing wrong with getting old. There is nothing right about it either. Just neutral, I suppose. Nice piece liked the flow of it. Counting the hours till our next bloggers meeting.

Fisheye Lens said...

Nice one, HP. I wonder where the Difference is, and how I can get to it before I get old. The oxymoronic "general specific" -- sounds like something I've been looking for and can't seem to find.