“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

5.08.2012

the next door down, the one with poetry and paint on the doorknob


i think i will.

i want the door past political correctness, coolness and big daddy government,
past no cigarettes or coca-colas or white shoes after labor day.

i want to cough my way past the smoke and lies
and find the people with paint y life under their fingernails,
people with ideas bigger than botox and what their next tattoo should say;
say adios
to small conversations discussions gossip conjecture wishful thinking
about who's divorcing who this year,
which will change next year anyway,
musical chairs
and ring around the rosy
and
all
fall
down.

'scuse me while i kiss the sky.

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12 comments:

  1. you are one rad woman. :)

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  2. Oh, I went two doors down, where the sign said you could have it all, but it was locked. I'll be right back; see ya inside.

    MrsM is right; you rule me, too.

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  3. I've been in a similar train of thought of late. The words are on the page, but a jumble. Sort of like a Scrabble board played by rookies.

    This boiled down the essence, into a heady brew of deep thought and breaking out. Wonderful.

    mark

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  4. ..amen to all of the above. your wise, tossed to us words, and the comments that are so right on. all of it,amen.
    in fondest, Tilda

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  5. Yes, yes, yes. My God, yes. I love you.

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  6. that's my girl!! you iz da best. evah.

    xoxo

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  7. such a wonderful reminder to reach out, rise above, and not fall into traps.

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  8. If I could high five you through the computer screen, best believe I would do it in a second.

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