“dropping words like bombs,” that’s a classic cliche,
no, we’re tying meaning to verbs and forgetting
structure.
prose works best in conversation,
spontaneous if under the right influence.
the last thing on my to-do list was “write”,
the five things above it were “find a job”.
He’d say things like “groovy” and make me tell him what I’ve been up to
when all I wanted to know was the things he’d done in his life.
I saw him once in a suit, and he told me it would be the only time.
about 6’2″, or so, dark short hair, quick on the go but carefully slow,
I think of stopping over every time I pass his home.
I left for a day but came back the next morning,
a futon wasn’t going to cut it.
one step at a time, bud.
I know a girl who’ll travel 400 miles to see me,
and I’ve done the same. who told me I was her best friend,
and I’m beginning to think the same. She said to me once,
“you can stay home and write all day and I’ll go to work, that’ll
work just fine.” But I guess that’s the thing
with myth – you never know when it’s true.
I started this bit two years ago,
I’ll try again in another two.
Words Of Birds 