the other day i was thinking about the fact that with the sporadic nature with which we talk, and the agreement we made to try to not withhold certain facts, it was feeling at the time like the primary reason for talking became to report when we had made out with someone else. the thought of having that be a centerpiece to an already distant relationship was an almost laughable thought to me, when i picked up my phone to receive a message from this splendid sole. on the way back from mass last weekend, i got to thinking about our last summer spent together, and how much fun it was… oh excuse me, i get into the sentimental moments sometimes.
summer time
looking for life
we got in the car
one and a half hours pursuing the sun after noon
the ocean is a splendid thing.
no conscious intentions to direct
a left turn
up river to a nice little spot in the middle
the rocks call the water eddy
while we recite kerouac
we are dharma bums
happiness is all that drives you and.
as the rest of the earth begins to hide us from the sun
the dizzying thought makes me look away
yeah, this is love
but then as in any cycle
i come back around.
ocean to
rain to
lake to
river to
ocean to
life as we know it
run through a digital coffee filter
keys
indicate precisely what i mean to say
your sincerely.
spilling my thoughts onto the page in front of me
ralph is what my theo-saurus tells me
more of a verb than a proper noun
wound round this extra long neck of a sentence
from this ever evolving dinosaur.
perhaps my thoughts are all silly
metal clashing with my every inkling
until i cannot sleep anymore.
Why does green mean go
or blue mean cold, sad and lonely, freedom
why does red equal blood, stop, exit, bad, fast and hot
while black is absorbing, omnipotent, dead.
summer time
looking for life
we got in the car
one and a half hours pursuing the sun after noon
the ocean is a splendid thing.