Again
It’s much simpler than I make it out to be. It must be.
Necessarily there must be repetition in poetry, because there is so much of it in life. When is it I know better? I better just ride the wave before I drown.
Fuck. No more hesitation.
Would you like to grab some coffee? I’d love it if you would. Would you like to read my writing…I could even write a poem for you, I think you’ll be that special to me.
My road will present many, many challenges. It’s a bit of an eyesore for now, it’s not easy, I know, but it’s easier to traverse with some company.
Oh, so you’re taken. I’m a bit embarrassed now, having thought we were parallel travelers, akin backpackers. Well, I can still join you until you reach your love (it won’t be a waste), we can have a conversation, I’m sure, and surely I’ll learn. I’m fairly loyal to my wayward companions, so do remind me to stray…I think I need it these days.
I save the world for a living, how about you? I mostly save it in my pocket (har, har), but I’m expanding. It’s a notion I haven’t fully escaped, something I’ve desired since early in my youth. It’s dreaming that keeps me young, that keeps me willing to go on. It’s mostly depressing work, I’ll tell you, but it beats dying. No, I haven’t seen the sunset in Bali, but no rush, I’ll find someone who I’ll want to take there.
I’m getting into sunrises these days. From a certain temporal standpoint and according to tradition, they come before sunsets. They’re far more challenging to catch if you like sleeping as much as I do (yeah, I totally overslept today). Did I mention my first novel is pretty much done (in my head)? I really should feel glad, and I do, it’s just a matter of time now, I’m having trouble with it. I stopped wearing a watch years ago and I loathe alarm clocks. They almost ruined Jeff Buckley for me once, since I decided to play “Grace” as my alarm for a period of time, but I only ended up being unable to listen to Mojo Pin for a couple years and still sleeping in. I guess there’s a good reason for alarms to be as annoying as they are, that you won’t mind hating them.
Did I mention all of this already? I couldn’t have, I just met you. It reminds me of my grandparents and how I know all their stories by now. I love them for them, I could never hear them enough times though. It’s in many ways what they’ve become, their stories, and it’s not too bad.
