Triumphantly We All Must Sing

"You're going to be awesome! You're going to be a movie star!" -Netto, the man who cut my hair

 Yesterday I helped a girl named Hope lock up the store front of the flower shop that she works at--because she couldn't reach the top of the gate.

"Oh, to be Young and in Love with the Rain"

I am swinging a stick,
Blindfolded,
In a dark room
That someone told me
They put a pinata in.

I am waiting for perspective.
I am waiting to exercise myself
Of all this
Unnecessary nostalgia.
I'm just waiting.
I'm waiting for a sleep without pills.

I am a background fish
In a television show
About whale migration.
I am not the Tuna Fish
Who is always villanized
By the nature documentary industry.
I am the Silver Fish
I am the Rainbow Fish.

Oh, this constant search for metaphor,
This must be the curse
Of the upper middle class.
(That and gluten intolerance).

There is a lot to say about gluten!
I have oceans to say
About gluten.

After all,
We are the first humans
Meant to live longer
Than blue whales,
And to that I say:
Would you mind being the guarantor on my apartment?

When will I be too old
To go swimming?

When will I stop dreaming
Of space shuttles falling out of the sky?

When will Time
Finish her waltz of forgetfulness
And erase you from my mind
And erase you from my mind,
So I might fall asleep?



Like shooting fish in a barrel!