I want to talk about the last taste of summer,
how the trees are slightly tinted
and how people's lives start over in the fall
which is when everything else dies.
Shake hands with the edge of a new season
in a new building
labeled with some future you don't want
but they encourage you to explore.
Take your pills
or skip a few days
and let the side effects tell you who you are.
They told me I had bedroom eyes
but it's only because I take my bedroom with me
to make every place feel more like a solace.
And I've always loved complexities;
digging ideas
out of ideas
out of paint streaks
and makeshift mountains.
My mother got mad at me for going back to Spain,
after getting shipwrecked off its coast.
But I was destined to wash up on its shores
and the land there is more beautiful than the sea.
I found myself because veins are like roadmaps:
you know where they lead
but the journey is never what it looks like
and the motion never ends
and the twining lines don't make sense unless you zero in on them.
And I hope as the leaves die
and the bodies blossom
that you make sense of your roadmaps
and never let the blood out of your veins.
I like that ending. Ask me what it means and I have no idea but hey I like it
ReplyDeleteThe last part had me snappin and drinkin mocha lattes or something. Wearing one of those French hats too. Aka MMMMMM
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