Monthly Archives: March 2021

Spizzy

Life. Spinning out of control. A ball of yarn unravelling from a 78 story building. Gravity and Momentum it’s only masters.

Kind Gesture

A man and I were walking towards the Tim Hortons doors. He got there before me and stepped around the door, holding it open and waited till I got closer. Thank you my teeth grin and sometimes there is the second door and I’m already thinking of it when I see him do the first door spin thing. So I pull the handle on the second door and I step aside and hold it wide and I look up at him because my shoes aren’t as interesting as someone I’ve looked in the eyes not more then once, and he slow moes in my head as his eyes crinkle out his smile and the look of trained hesitancy follows suit even though he’s wearing steel toed boots and a grey streaked pullover. I almost think he’s going to swear out a thank you, his gleam looks that excited.
He enters the store and he steps aside, and turns to me and says, ” You go ahead’, and my heart chuckles and I do step ahead.
I order. He orders shortly after at the next cashier. Maybe the employees had to go to the grocery store to get the bacon for my order.I ordered two things. His order is done before mine and his hands have 7 different cups as he is headed towards the exit. I slant forward quickly and I push that exit door open and I swing around with fresh, and I look him in the eyes and I say ” I don’t need the last laugh, I prefer the last kindness. Now you go and distribute.” And there are smiles the size of the Grand Canyon as we walk our way out of each other’s physical realm.

Little big smalls to take across the board of your day.

Delight

Well if I was the rainbow dressed in feathers and glue, I’d probably stick up for the gold, and undo a shoe.
It always happens like this, getting the quotes in up for sale. People making money off starting a trail.

I delight in a lot of my own being, but what happens when I realize it’s too little of you-ing and too much of me-ing.

There’s a balance to be kept, to keep the raft afloat, but do I dip too far forward and forget that I have hope?

Don’t mind me, but do. I am the type of person that’ll find your niche and your canoe. I know waves and I know water, teach me your swim and I’ll call you father.

Race Track

The deep pitted ‘if I was avocado sugar feeling, racing around my blood track. Apprehensive little race car cells, being all cute and energetic. Is it better not to brace for impact? And better to embrace the nature of it? There’s beauty in the after affects but holy nugget there’s an oil tank of fear too. Why? Well. Car can’t go vroom without oil, right?

Our Castle


Will it feel like Time put on armour, picked its metal wedgie and stood still in the corner?

While we negotiated the bends in the moat, the stones at the bottom or the size of its banks? 

Or will Time give us the impression that it is Jester. Two toned colour seams with loose gold bells and a wickedly unfashionable grin. 

Will it feel like all we did in The Great Hall was move checker pieces over chess boards? Just to reach the other side that was always there? 

We were always in our Castle. 

It’s just, it’s big enough that we both lost ourselves in it.