Byline: My Funny Valentine
Checking out before you are past due is excusable. Losers find the will to
wipe tears. We all have moments when we get lost in the wallpaper. Moving on
is not an option.
Love, like war, finds its excuses. No funny
valentine can connect the dots, write all wrongs and reserve all rights. Love
and war only fool us into believing possibilities of bliss.
graffiti one must move in a lot of wrong ways. I station my mindset on
temporary numbness to keep me in motion at least momentarily. Train tracks
and municipal parks backdrop against loiters and social litter.
Hearts beat heavy a half step from happiness while spirits drag down avenues
of longing. A permanent past is little consolation when the future holds
nothing more than memories.
I depress no buttons, press down hard to
get my come up and look for ways to fulfill a future get over. There are no
easy ways out, everyone knows that but it doesn't stop anyone from continuing
Probing eyes and silent tongues make for a wise demeanor. I
listen my way past most problems, keeping my mind quick and my speech slow.
It's not an original formula but I like banking on consistent results. Use
what you got to get what you need to know.
Then there comes that
moment ultimate when you've pitted yourself against your shotgun. And the
mirror fixes its gaze upon the thing that hurts most.
So good friends
deny a goodbye and opt for formal gatherings. Perhaps their spirit looms
present while all are present. Sensitive souls deserve respect and rest. May
peace be with you. And also with you.
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