The Inhabitants of the Back Burner

It's a breeze today, skip along, stroll on, haha!

The cock

and

the sidewalk

and

the o'clock

brrrrrringg

.

Safety Net(-less)

What's that? Oh, it's the same thing you said yesterday, and the day before that...

More like what hasn't been said.

Riding on flat bicycle tires.

Drinking from an empty can.

Scraping at the bottom of a barrel...

No, scraping at the bottom of my barrel.

Out of air, yet there's no more lung capacity.

Guess time is up isn't it?

The chains are broken, but they have been so all along.

The clouds have cleared, but only for the effect.

It was a worthy effort, which is all that can be asked for in a game without winners.

Now turn the page, close the door, clean the slate,

Look up into the horizon with an expression of discovered knowledge...

The camera fades.

It's only sad because it's over.

"Riding bikes back and forth until sunset, feeling the road underneath my tires as I sailed down the hill, the hill that took guts and encouragement.

Sitting on the front porch steps licking a popsicle. I had cherry red lips and matching colored knees from scraping them up all day.

Swinging on the yellow swings in the backyard, and wondering if I could reach out and touch the sky if I just pumped a teensy bit harder.

Catching frogs and tadpoles in the swamp behind our house, and salamanders at the creek with Daddy.

Swimming for hours with Sissy, pretending to be mermaids living in the depths of the ocean.

Making forts for hours with old limbs and twine, and only coming inside when it got too dark to see anymore.

Tanned skin and naturally highlighted hair from the sun, the beauty of youth.

Sitting underneath my willow tree as the wind pushed my hair away from my face.  Can see it so clearly it hurts... criss cross applesauce with my back to the sun, thinking, pondering, laughing, sobbing.

Nothing to tie us down, no clock to punch, no promises to keep, just innocence in it's purest form."

run of the mill

WoaH!

the Air is hoT!

I can See loTs of biRds.

the grass Is exTremely grEen.

lOts of Nice flowers.

Tons of Happy pEople.

Some of Us get icecReam For a treAt.

i paCkEd a SandwicH tO eat at the park.

it was a yUmmy Lunch.

Dad NOTiced a BEautiful sail bOat on the Vast sEa.

i Really LOve jump rOping on the blacK top.

SummEr is my favorite season and i hope it never enDs.

blueprint

fadedforgottenforsaken.

gone.

ceased.

goodbye.

die.

oh, stop with the cruel humor,you know it's not true!

...but it is, don't be blinded.

an assortment of thoughts...

*humbled by the wind that reminded them they are human bulldoze down the fresh parsley and clip the envelope closed with a ticket stub that held countless memories it's fixed yes i have no more agony from the car that drove by and honked the sound of yelping dogs among the piles of fresh fruit there was a lone shoe who lost it's way in the world when it tried to save a bird look yonder a sail boat floats and rocks with the waves peacful scenes are often dreamt to escape chaos and also calmness boring days are made less so by claping loudly and crossing legs oh why must intertwining herbs be so scarce in this damn world?

connected / -dis

unplugged suddenly, i am isolated.

restless for nothin g much.

talk just to have somethin g to listen to.

walk just to be in motion.

touch just to be stimulated by anything remotely intriguing.

reach out my hand, it is 'nt grasped.

i 'm clinging to air.

drum drum drum

tap tip tap tip

patiently awaiting any glimmer of you in my monotonous day.

only in the early hours i am at peace, when i slip away into a dream.

there, i see you.

the image yields my perfect fantasy, no sensual details, just you.

i wake, and out of euphoria i am torn.

tap tip tap tip

drum drum drum

i wait again, wait until i am re-.