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:
ha!
i love this one H.P.
f#$%ing great. ~robert
cool piece - I only remember I'm old when I hurt.
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.
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.
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