Gridlocked richable;plateau paired with pineapple. Flavour sprung to the strung out planets. All popped up along the circle horizon. I’ll taste the confetti from the sun, piece together the cheese that falls from the moon. I’ll even drink the wine from a glass.
Grey problematic areas can mean the darkness of it all. Rainbow rams your orange cream smile into tea cups that sparkle salt into raw eyesight. Crayon water, it’s how jellyfish paint at the bottom of the Artic waters.
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.
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.
Songs, hawks, sunshine.
It’s bringing me whacky,
on a platter of fine china, the gold
a little tacky.
Sticky to my fingers, as I crack them
over raw eggs, sizzling
in their bubbling form,
threatening to lift off pan
and be magic carpet of yolk and white.
War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs.
We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here.
The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove.
The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne.
Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for.
Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned.
Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.
I don’t need to say hope you have fun. Because you always do.
I hope you don’t get brain freeze.
Unless you want to.
And if your brain does freeze, I hope it’s a thinkin’ thought you like.
I picture sunlight that hasn’t hit horizon yet to be able to call it setting but in the sky, bright and small, not big and hot, but glowing and warm and nice.
the sky not black. not bright blue sky. not cheesy sunset orange either. but this faded, darker yellow. warmth… with depth.
And i picture you half-silhouetted, half blurry, half in frame of the polaroid being taken, half out, but smiling huuuuuuge.
You may be something different to me then what you really are. But you’re still real. To me.
“Keep it up” is what bosses, coaches, friends and family will say.
Soft, fuzzy and interesting. It’s like they’ve got an invisible standard wall and I’m sitting on it with my red shoelaces dangling and myself just enjoying the great big sun, the clouds and the sky that we all can’t keep up; instead, just live under.
I wonder if when adults walk into the water just past their hips and stand there, if they are peeing.
And when you mix drinks all night, and go to brush your teeth with the desire to mix both toothpastes you have, on your brush.
How many of us parents on a regular basis rethink a specific moment in the day, of how we reacted poorly or that we could have listened harder? And wonder how your child is going to turn out and how much of an influence we are to them and that feeling of not ever being greater then we are.
In the future , will there be interactive movie theatres with control pads for every seat? And the majority of what the audience chooses, is what happens in the movie.
And if it’s a shitty movie, the only ones we can blame are ourselves.
Do we say thank you for the new acts of love that show up in our lives but not for the everyday ones?
Do we appreciate ourselves for the way that we love?
How often do I buy a bag of trail mix and add a whole other bag of smarties to it so I can trick myself to think I’m eating a decently healthy snack?!
It’s weird how my dry shampoo- before I brush it in, gives me a glimpse of what I would look like with grey hair.
I hope we don’t sacrifice too much of ourselves just to make a relationship work. Can we be happy doing that in the long run? And the sacrifices we do make, how do we know when there’s too many?