poetry isn’t clicking well in my head at present so.
clankity clank came the can to land
smack back of my gutter gleaming
it was a wing-ed brand and they flew away screaming
one more penny from hell richer I am.
I was chasing one four years ago
six, twenty four it wasn’t anymore
here it went again my saturday metaphor
to lie smiling in death of memories before
so it goes, c’iest la vie, and so.
it was wooden nickle redemptions I believe once upon that bummer of change way back then, now it’s two for the road. I know this might not seem a great moment to remember things often work out for the best, but I’m sure they can and do – why on earth would I travel the world to get knocked down by love? why would I expect anything less than the best and worst of whom anyone can be – often for the worse as that frees them to be them. why would i expect easy tidings at work when all I want to do is say naughty potty words and display innappropriate levels of attitude. such isn’t together forever when it’s just a fairy tale awaiting it’s fail… such isn’t empowerment to be rock headed and/or proud.
oh I worried I was dead broke and as I have plastic, I just got the cash excchange for something I can get…whee.
I am two gal pals down not exactly out of aces, still employed and have a case of beer. eff it.