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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mwah.
ReplyDeleteyou rule.
you are one rad woman. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, 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.
ReplyDeleteMrsM is right; you rule me, too.
Feeling it!
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteThis boiled down the essence, into a heady brew of deep thought and breaking out. Wonderful.
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..amen to all of the above. your wise, tossed to us words, and the comments that are so right on. all of it,amen.
ReplyDeletein fondest, Tilda
Yes, yes, yes. My God, yes. I love you.
ReplyDeletethis is so true ...
ReplyDeletethat's my girl!! you iz da best. evah.
ReplyDeletexoxo
such a wonderful reminder to reach out, rise above, and not fall into traps.
ReplyDeletewonderful (as always)
ReplyDeleteIf I could high five you through the computer screen, best believe I would do it in a second.
ReplyDeleteWoa! Love your writing. What wonderful rhythm and story. Makes me love Texas even more (even though I'm Minnesotan).
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