Sunday, April 17, 2011

The abstract color of life that I didn't grow up with
that premature drawing of
My beginning still drives the fireflies away
We had a little talk, four of us
Three different generation living under one roof
But we understood each other
We had truer tug thinking though as adults
Remembering our own childhood
How we flowered our minds directly romantic
Or how we got attacked in the middle of the street
Real people, real tipsy blend of music
Playing the cabaret of love
But I wanted to watch it, I had to do it
But now?......I cannot
It is like quitting a cigarette
I should stay in charge and invite the cranium acrobats
To digest the Mona Lisa, Main Street art
Incubus changes to dreams come true
It is maybe elementary ABCs
But it copes the duplicity perfectly...

I didn’t count the hours, the hours

And the minutes

Maybe in the end …the days

But it has been enough for the mix of funky come back

I love the innuendo and the broken umbrella

I love our softness, the headliner shock and

The discordance of our combo,..

Just like the sketch scene that she tries to explain

The intersect of coming age of being me

Divided by; I say 5…you say 10

Maybe the eclectic desire of this creativity

Is not in vain

 if the spotlight is actually on me

Without lights but squares and self satisfying

Chronological journey

I am still speechless about the vivacity of booths

Where did they come from?

When did that happen?

But I know as soon as I get the answer

They will disappear

I wonder sometimes if you are watching

Or you are just wandering for borderline first aid

Looking out of orderly trained journeys

always ending  up empty handed

but I know you have more in you

you showed me so many times

I know you can do this

You can put on a terrific show

Better than the rest

Better than everybody else…

You know.. when you go to a wedding

Always an old woman approaches you and asks;

Oh you are next

That makes you angry right?

You have two answers to give; where is the husband show me!

Second; when you go to a funeral you do the same

Come on…you are next!