The Difference in Change

You’ve got to think, when you’ve given it all and there is nothing more to give…  Did you enjoy the way you lived?

 

***

Feet planted in this section of the planet trying to save nerve while managing habits.

 

Getting better at throwing empty beer bottles in the trash can, playing Mario Kart and not coming in last man.

That’s the difference from my original arrival; that’s the difference between death and  survival, what I know.

 

What do we know about denial?

 

Tribal; making sure shit isn’t hollow.

 

Banging head against the wall to hear a thud.

Found a stud, prepared point for penetration, chair fixed on a rug.

 

Paint-chip displacement.

 

Hammer in hand, nail pinched between two thumbs and pain.

 

We wallow in the distance.

We cherish the gifted.

We ride trains.

 

We bury all the mistresses with broken dishes in a riverbed to get washed away with the rain…

 

Super-smart head.

 

(All friends gathered in laughter thereafter.)

 

Enlisting all of the children while taking away their wishes.

 

Hopefully investigating a past tense situation.

Hopefully still studying after graduation, and not in procrastination.

 

The sun wakes me through a window in this building.

Her body is in Madison-so, this morning is chilling.

Killing time; drinking wine to unwind.

 

Falling behind as we fall to our knees; cards aligned.

Lack of greed, sit at ease.

Hands clasped in lap listening to the breeze in the trees.

 

Leave for a moment.

For a moment only, then I shake my head and fall back to earth.

 

***

 

Early to rise gets the prize; taking time to change the tides.

All for good or bad, is all the same.  Taking something away from the daily exchange.

 

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One Comment to “The Difference in Change”

  1. Really good, really liked the scheme. Felt right, lilted right.

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