I woke up and laid in bed,
writing in my head.
Sentences explaining love made and love lost,
girls who I knew and have forgotten and
explanations for the reasons I do the things I do,
(and the things I do not do anymore).
I woke and walked downstairs to get coffee and
to further expand the ideas in my head.
I had a smoke and the writings began to leave my head.
The ideas explaining my generation –
what I at least thought I knew of my generation.
I thought harder.
I remembered a girl who had thin lips and another who
had dark hair and thin hips.
I remember a kid who lit my shoes on fire and
a kid who’s eye I hit with a black walnut.
I showered and forgot more.
I grabbed my pad and headed to the library to try and
get these ideas out before they left.
and the church bell rang,
and the church bell hit the wrong note.
and I forgot.